Of the many places.

This imagination of yours never ceases to amaze. You've created characters and imaginary friends, which have turned into stories, which have evolved into worlds. I remember, fondly, one of your first story telling adventures of a spider.

If I recall correctly, first it was a spider sitting beside you and Jazzy. Then, the spider bit Jazzy, but she was ok. On another retelling it was a big spider and it bit Jazzy. When you were given the opportunity to tell your tale again, it was a huge spider and it bit Jazzy, but she was ok. At some point in the story, a dinosaur ended up in the pond. What fascinated me, was that you kept growing your story, to get a bigger response from those you loved. You delighted in our looks of amazement at the spider that kept growing and of our relief to know that Jazzy was ok.

Now, years later, you've created a whole world from which you reign and had to come to Earth to be my daughter.  You miss your parent's greatly, for they are the mighty Jaguar Girl race, in which you are the biggest, fastest, oldest, and wisest. Not to mention that you have all of the powers in the universe. And why wouldn't you? Someone needs all of those powers to fight the bad guys at night during the week, which allocates the weekend nights for sleep. On the days in which you wake up more tired than normal, those were rough fighting nights and you're often surprised that I wasn't woken up from all the noise to see what was going on. Perhaps I know that I can sleep soundly, as I know you're out there, Raina, the Jaguar Girl, fighting the fights, I, a mere human with hardly any super powers, could not hope to win. One day, we'll write a book, you and I and we'll illustrate it too. We wont have to show others, only if you want to, as you're a private person.

Aside from being a super hero, the other creative play we often set things up for (mostly you), is store. Your latest store, Jaggy Spines, was one of wonder. You had art supplies for sale, pets, play silks, bookmarks, books, a table and a chair, a yoga mat, a piggy bank, artwork of yours, and other things I have sadly forgotten about. On one of my numerous shopping trips, I bought: a snail pet, some paint brushes, a cup for my paint water, a painting board, crayons, four books with animals in them, bookmarks you made, and a coloring book. You used real money in your exchanges, often giving back more than was necessary, so that I could come back and shop later. This store was set up one morning and is only now being taken apart, days later, because you're not here.

I like to keep a clean house, much to your displeasure. As for right now, your store is halfway taken down, things put back in their respective places. Only this time, I feel like I'm cleaning you away. This is what I'll get to look at until I can see your beautiful, magical face in person again. If I didn't think that one of the many cats we reside with would destroy your items and play things, I would leave it up until next time.

This next time, we will create another store, hopefully it will still be called Jaggy Spines, in which you will laboriously set up and I will offer you things to put in your store and later come to buy. Maybe you'll deliver again this time and we can call each other and have polite conversations. Maybe your neighbor (me), will invite you over for a tea or perhaps a small lunch....and maybe you'll want to eat at my restaurant again. Which, as luck would have it, is right by your store!

I hope that your days are happy days and that you are content. I hope that you know that you are loved and missed and that I do my very best for you, each and every day. I'm sorry that I'm tired a lot. If I could, I would play endlessly with you and at the end of the day, we would read our stories and snuggle and drift off into a blissful sleep. You deserve nothing less, you precious soul.