But the fact is, you will never be apart from me, Fi. You consume my thoughts. Your absence actively shapes and colors my world. My memories of you are folded into my actions. I think about you when I make breakfast in the morning. Or when I sit on the veranda to drink tea. Or when Hilde dresses me up or when I laugh with Evette and the cherubs. Sometimes imagining your voice or your face is like a dull ache, but other times, it encourages me to live with all that I am.
