Like all blossoms leave a seed behind so their essence can pour into this world forever, so did she. I am composed of her fragments, and I will forever try to carry her pure essence… just by being her, Moni. With this final piece, the collection comes to an end. My heart is heavy, and tears roll uncontrollably as I write this. This collection gave me strength and the will to move forward. To wake up every day and paint while remembering her. It felt as if my mom was helping me bring in the colors and textures. One can tell that these artworks are completely different from my old genre of expression. It feels pure magic to me as I ponder deeper.