Remember me — Cherries in the Snow?
I miss you. I miss seeing my trace on your coffee cup. I miss seeing your kiss when you greet your granddaughters.
Each morning before breakfast, you’d gently turn my cylindrical body to the right and apply your favorite color: me. You never looked in the mirror. We’ve been going together for so long, there was no need.
These days, however, you’re covered under sad, plain masks. You need color. I know these are challenging times, but I want to assure you that I’m still here. Just look on your dressing table.