The Most Unforgettable Character

Everyone has that one person that is always on their mind. Everyone has that one unforgettable memory. Memories are linked to images. A smile, a wink. I am different, my memories are line are linked to sounds. I remember her laugh, which I likened to the sound of bells. Her voice, velvety smooth and never failing to put me at ease. I remember the way she sang to me, the numerous times I was lulled to sleep by her soft lullabies.
She was my mother. Relatives and friends describe her as sunshine. Bright and warm and kind and everything in between, which I whole-heartedly agree. She was also constantly given praises about how young and beautiful she looked despite her already being her forties. They speak the truth of course, I was also sure that my mother was the most beautiful woman in the planet.
She taught me many, many things, along with Dad, but he is rarely in the house. Mom says it was because he has work. What kind of work he does, I do not know. I do not ask him either, but he playes and speaks to me when he's home so I am happy. Either way, I was practically raised by my mother. She held my hand and told me stories about the world. She has the patience of a saint. I regret to say that I was quite a problem child in the past. My days were pretty much spent crying and complaining and throwing tantrums over every little thing, but even then Mom would just stroke my hair and soothe me. I was very much spoilt.
The only times I was actually quiet was when there were guests in the house, and when that happened I would either lock myself in her room alone or hide behind her, gripping her skirt the entire time and refusing to let so much as a squeak escape my lips. I suspect that amused her, as she would tease me when the guests ...

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...ob after a whole month. I step foward to stroke the cold stone and eventually found what I was looking for. Right below Mom's name, four words were added in braille. I took my time, running my fingers along the engraving of the words and relishing the meaning of the words. I had chosen them myself, and Dad helped to find a headstone engraver. 'Gone but not forgotten'.
Now I know. Even though Mom is not here, she still stays with me. She is always watching over me. And when I'm upset and feel like crying, I tell myself that I'm a big girl now, because that would what Mom would do. The best thing is that I can imagine her voice saying that, as if she was right beside me. My memories are linked to sound. Her laugh, her voice, her lullabies. Those are the things that I will never forget. Mom is the one thing that is always on my mind. She's my most unforgettable person.