Your Mother is always with you. She is the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She is the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks. She is the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter, and she is crystallized in every tear drop. She is the place you came from, and she is the map you follow with every step you take. She is your first love, and your first heartbreak and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.