Everyone has that one person who is always on their mind. Everyone has that unforgettable memory. Memories are linked to images. A smile, a wink. I am different, my memories are linked to sounds. I remember his laugh, which I compared to the sound of bells. Her voice, soft and velvety, never fails to put me at ease. I remember the way she sang to me, the many times I was lulled by her sweet lullabies. She was my mother. Relatives and friends describe her as a ray of sunshine. Bright, warm and kind and everything in between, which I completely agree with. She also constantly received praise for her youth and beauty, even though she was already in her 40s. They tell the truth of course, I was also sure that my mother was the most beautiful woman on the planet. She taught me many, many things with Dad, but he is rarely at home. Mom said it was because he had work. What kind of work he does, I don't know. I don't ask him either, but he plays and talks to me when he's home so I'm happy. Anyway, 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 a problem child in the past. My days were mostly spent crying, complaining, and throwing tantrums over every little thing, but even then, Mom would just stroke my hair and soothe me. I was very spoiled. The only times I was really 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, grabbing her skirt the whole time. time and refusing to let her speak. even a cry escapes my lips. I suspect this amused her, as she teased me when the guests...... middle of paper...... ob after a whole month. I move forward to caress the cold stone and finally I find what I was looking for. Just below mom's name, four words were added in Braille. I took my time, running my fingers along the carving of the words and savoring the meaning of the words. I picked them out myself and Dad helped me find a headstone engraver. “Gone but not forgotten.” Now I know. Even if mom is not here, she stays with me. She always watches over me. And when I'm upset and want to cry, I tell myself that I'm a big girl now, because that's what mom would do. The best part is that I imagine her voice saying that, as if she were right next to me. My memories are linked to sound. His laugh, his voice, his lullabies. These are things I will never forget. Mom is the only thing that always worries me. He is my most unforgettable person.