She sat there with a heavy heart, gripping the pencil like it was her last connection to him .
Every line wasn’t just shading — it was memory, love, and a quiet grief that never truly fades .
She didn’t just draw a face.

She captured the warmth of his smile, the comfort of his presence, and the moments she longs to relive — one more hug, one more “I’m proud of you” .
When she finished, she waited… not for praise.
Just for someone to say, “It’s beautiful.” “I see you.” “He’d be so proud.” 
But the world kept scrolling.

And her effort — her heart — went unseen.
If you made it this far, leave her a kind word . Sometimes, the smallest kindness can mean everything to someone who’s quietly holding on.