{Ellie's POV}
My mom has always been the prettiest woman in my eyes.
I almost forgot how she looked. It has been what? Ten years? Eleven years? I have forgotten how long it has been since the last time I saw her. But I never forget the little details about Mom that mattered to me the most.
She had the prettiest eyes—it was brown and always warm and bright. I could still remember how her eyes would light up whenever I smiled or said something silly. I love making my mom happy. It made me happy.
I hated being apart from her. I hated hearing her say that I would have to stand by myself sooner or later.
It was as if she was always giving me warning that every day could be the last.
“Ellie? Honey, where are you?”
I giggled and covered my mouth with my little palms to stifle my laughs. Mo
