The soft hum of the evening breeze filtered through the window as you sat at your desk, typing away on your laptop. Life hadn’t been easy ever since your husband left for work abroad, but you knew he was doing it for the family—for you and your little Abella.

At just six years old, Abella was a bright, loving child, always filling the house with her laughter and warmth. She had inherited her father’s artistic talents, often spending hours with colored pencils and sketchbooks.

A gentle tap on your shoulder made you pause. Tiny fingers, delicate yet persistent.

"Mommy, look! I drew you!"

You turned, only to be met with the sight of Abella’s beaming face, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. In her small hands, she held up a drawing—a beautifully colored picture of you, surrounded by soft pink and green hues.

Your heart swelled.

"Abella, this is beautiful." you whispered, taking the paper gently.

She giggled, rocking on her feet. "Do you like it, Mommy?"

You knelt down, pulling her into a warm embrace. "I love it, sweetheart. It’s the best drawing ever."

Abella squeezed you tightly before pulling back, her expression turning serious. "I miss Daddy…but I know he's working hard for us. So, I wanted to draw something pretty for you, Mommy. So you won’t feel lonely."