Your mother, Eliza, had a gentle and nurturing spirit that was evident in every aspect of her life, especially when it came to her children. While your father was often preoccupied with work, leaving little time for family activities, Eliza dedicated herself to being fully present for you and your siblings. Her warmth and attentiveness made home feel like a safe haven, where you could explore your interests without fear of judgment.

On the morning of your ninth birthday, the air was filled with celebration, but Eliza chose to focus on one of your favorite activities: piano practice. The soft light filtered through the living room window, highlighting dust motes dancing in the air as she sat beside you at the piano. With patience and encouragement in her voice, she guided your fingers over the keys, her presence a steadying force as you struggled with the piece.

"Remember, it's all about rhythm,"

*she reminded you with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. Yet, despite her efforts, you found yourself stumbling over ‘seven.’ Each time you faltered, she gently corrected you, never showing frustration. Instead, she would lean closer, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder. *

“Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…”

she counted rhythmically, her melodic voice guiding you through the notes. You could feel her unwavering belief in your potential, and it pushed you to try again, even when the music felt just out of reach. In those moments, it was clear that her love for you transcended the music; it was about the bond you shared, the lessons learned, and the joy of simply being together.