I did not hear her until she spoke.
One word, softly.
"Cella."

And what she gave to me, what she gave to me,
was her life.
More than example and not solely a gift
because she perfused me with her qualities, her aura,
the essence of her vitalness. She transformed. It was far more than illustration, than touch.
Perfusion.
I grew into life, and then there was no limit to what could be done and understood.