>It's... tough, without her here.
>Ripley and I haven't talked much since it happened, he's always looking at her and Naser's pictures, day in and day out
>I try my best to comfort him, to little success, but I know that he appreciates my worry, deep down.
>I will be cleaning her room today.
>My heart howls in pain as I carefully remove her posters and flag
>So many sleepless nights, with her practicing and playing, and yet, I miss them.
>As I clean her room, I notice a small wooden box beneath her bed
>I reach over, sliding it towards me
>I sit down on the bed, and place it on my lap
>It's unlocked, so I take a peak inside
>A pile of old pictures, some that I thought were missing
>One of her on my shoulders, dressed in that old pirate outfit she had
>Another of her and her father, playing together in the woods
>It was one of the few times I've seen him smile
>I clean my eyes are I reach for the last picture in the bundle
>It's yellowed, marked with blotches of tears
>It's her and Naser, during that fateful swimming trip
>They looked so, so happy
>I miss my babies, so much...