I love my Mama. Her face is the last thing I see before I go to sleep, and the first thing I see when I wake up. When I'm with her life has meaning, I feel good about myself and the world. But when she turns her back on me it's like the sun is hidden behind clouds. Sometimes I get involved in games with Dad or someone else, and almost forget about her for a while. But then I catch sight of her, and remember what it feels like to be in her arms. Then I holler and yell until she picks me up, and life is good again.