Eight months had passed since you have been gone. A conversation with Hanna about rosy cheeks has brought into my mind the lovely face of yours. My fair complexion, my rosy cheeks, I inherited it all from you.

Back to my apartment, looking through iPhotos, I searched high and low in my photo album, but not a single picture of you and me. I could only remember you from my memory.

You have taught me so much since day one. Today, you once again reminded me that I should cherish those who love me, and whom I love.

The next trip home, I am bringing back to Boston the last photo we took together last august.

*I miss you popo*