He continued: “My sweet Maya, I know you’re still in there, you show us in the most beautiful ways. I see it in your eyes… that little twinkle, that spark that has always been yours. The other day, when Dahlia placed the Labubu in your hand, you lifted it gently to your face, as if you wanted to really see it, to know it. And when I put lotion on your dry hands, you brought your hand up again, taking in the scent like it was something familiar, something comforting.