I watched her live her life.
She was an amazing Doll.
She wrote letters that brought people together, and was the woman I had hoped for when I caught sight of the Violet.
Her roots grew and grew.
Even if I could not speak to her, make her know that I was with her, I knew she knew I was there.
"Major."
She had whispered so many times.
Yes, I answered her. Content with the smile that would grace her lips.
At least my memory brought her happiness.
I'm here Violet. I would whisper to her, my ghost hand touching her face.
She smiled.
That was enough.