“Mom, I don’t know if you can see me from up there… but I did this for you.” 🤍

Sometimes, a simple drawing holds more love than words ever could ✨.
With tears quietly pooling in his eyes, this little boy sat before a blank canvas — not to make art, but to make connection 🎨.

His mom was gone from this world 💔.
Her voice no longer filled the room.
Her arms no longer wrapped around him at night.
But in the stillness, God’s gentle comfort remained 🙏 — and so did love.

Every line he drew was a memory 🖊️.
Every shadow carried a moment — her smile, her warmth, the way she made him feel safe 🤍.
He wasn’t chasing perfection.
He was chasing closeness.

Some people didn’t understand.
They told him to move on.
To stop holding on.
But they missed the truth entirely.

He wasn’t trying to bring her back.
He knew she was gone.
He just wanted to feel her near…
just for a moment ⏳.

And in his own quiet, innocent way,
with shaking hands and a full heart,
he said the only thing that truly mattered:

“Mom, I still love you.” 💔🤍

Because love doesn’t disappear when someone leaves this world.
It simply finds a new way to speak 🕊️✨.