I looked at my husband holding our daughter in his arms.
They passed out in the rocker in Violet's room after a day at the park.
I stood in a robe and PJs.
Knowing they would be cold I grabbed a blanket and covered them up.
The violet walls of our daughter's room which I had painted with the help of Watori and Tsubaki's daughter.
She left pink handprints on the wall.
That's what I loved about this house.
It was abstract perfectly imperfect everything I asked for.
Our dream come true.
Violet was my world and I knew she would be from the moment I held her.
She would stay that way.
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"Violet! Smile for Mommy!" I said and made a face Violet smiled in her father's arms
I took the photo and put it as my wallpaper.
Violet would have a glorious life I knew she would.
Bright as the flower in her name.