There are voices you can still hear long after they’ve gone silent. Laughter that plays in your mind like an old song, familiar and comforting, the kind that pulls you right back to a time when everything still made sense. Daniel’s laugh was like that. And his smile? That wasn’t just something he wore; it was something he gave. It had a way of softening the edges of the world, of making you believe, even for a moment, that everything would be okay.

If time could be rewritten, if just one moment could be lived again, it wouldn’t need to be grand or extraordinary. Just a quiet second to watch him smile, to hear the way his laughter curved through the air. Just to stand in his presence and let the rest of the world fade away.

His mother would give anything for that moment. And if she had it, she would hold his face in her hands and tell him what has always been true: "I am so proud to be your mom. You still and will forever be my everything. I miss and love you so much."

He should still be here. Laughing, loving, filling the spaces that feel too empty without him. But love like his doesn’t disappear. It lingers. It stays in the echoes of his voice, in the memories pressed deep into the hearts of those who knew