Remember the first time you invited me to your house? There was no doorknob on your bedroom door. You didn’t hide your irritation with your father from me. I fell in love with your mother that day. And you couldn’t understand why. I will never understand why the things that happened, had to happen. And I will never lose the feeling of disbelief when you told me her diagnosis. So much time has passed since that winter. It feels like an eternity since she has been away. And I am now used to her not being there when I come over but it forever feels wrong. The day she is home for good will be the most perfect of days. Remember that when I would come over while she was still at home… she would read to you and I would listen. I could never understand how you payed attention to her while she read. You can never sit still. And most of the time, I didn’t believe you were paying attention. But then the two of you would have these detailed discussions about the novel and about things that I couldn’t pick up on while she was reading. And you’d prove me wrong. Those moments when she read to you are one of my favorites. Some of the best times to be with you was when you would be busy with something. I felt like I was special because you would let me come watch you living your life in a way that had nothing to do with me. This is how I came to know you. And the one moment that is always with me is barely a moment between us. This moment is completely you. It was sunny and she has been gone for some time now. We were in your kitchen, alone and naked. And you were at the window, looking out. Doing the dishes. And I watched you. I have many moments in my heart of you in the kitchen on sunny afternoons. I couldn’t tell you why they are the dearest in my heart. But they are. You have grown so much. But I have always wondered how old is your soul, because even when you were young, you were wise. You have always known everything of importance. I have never met anyone with a stronger mind than you. And I have never met anyone with a heart more pure than yours.