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𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟.

I gazed at the image that sat safely within the picture frame, the frame itself resting in the palms of my hands. The picture I'd been unable to tear my eyes away from was one that had been taken a long time ago - yet I still remembered every little detail, as if it had happened yesterday.

Outside, through the glass of my bedroom window, I could see the showers of snowflakes that fell from the sky, a true gift from God. Nature truly was an amazing sight to behold, no matter what the season was.

I always appreciated the beauty of nature - every time I saw something magnificent, it was a result of the beauty that only the heavens could have bestowed. I bore great appreciation for dazzling sunsets and sparkling full moons - but of course, things had changed a little.

There was once a time where I had the opportunity to appreciate such ethereal sights with the woman I adored, the woman that I had been lucky enough to have called my wife - but now that was gone.

A wistful sigh fell past my lips as I traced my fingers over the glass that kept the memory pristine. God, her smile was everything. Whenever she smiled, my world was alright.

But I had only been able to behold that smile as her husband for only two years when she was taken away from the people that loved her.

And in the picture I held, there was the visible link to her demise, even though it pained me to think like that.

She had been pregnant with our daughter, but she would never get the chance to hold our baby - because she had died due to complications.

Nothing could have prepared me for the great loss that had left a hole in my heart, but nothing could have prepared me for the instant love I'd had for my daughter. The moment I'd held her, I knew that I wanted nothing more than to be the best father I could be.

I had given her her mother's name - (Y/N), because it felt right.

And as the years had gone by, I realized why it had felt right - she was growing into the splitting image of her mother. In some way, she was the last reminder I had, of her, and I was going to do everything to keep her safe, to keep her happy.

My wife had always loved the Christmas Season, so whenever it came about, I could only hope that she was watching over us with a bit of an extra light to her sweet smile.