I lost my father very untimely. He was the most respectable person in my life. My longing for him grows with the emptiness inside me every day. Looking at his old photos , seeing his time before me, his youth and childhood, knowing that we grew up in the same city, living in this city with his memories gives me peace.
Lavinya, which means inaccessible, also means death flower on the other hand but with its pleasant smell, it makes me feel like my father is with me.
Lavinya, actually, is everything to me.