They say time heals everything. But no one tells you how loud the silence becomes when your only parent is gone 💔. The world keeps moving, conversations continue, but there’s a quiet ache that never fully leaves.

This isn’t just a painting.
It’s her smile, the one that made everything feel okay.
It’s her strength, the kind that carried me through more than she ever knew.
It’s her presence — still wrapping around me when the world feels too heavy 🎨🤍.

There are days I reach for the phone, forgetting for a moment that I can’t call her anymore. Days when I want to share the small victories, the hard moments, the things only a parent understands. In those moments, this painting becomes my way back to her.

If you believe that love never truly leaves us, that it simply changes form and lives on through memory and heart… please leave a ❤️ so she is remembered.