With her around, life was like a banquet of exotic flavors that changed from day to day. When she was sixteen there was a drama almost everyday. Either something wonderful happened or something terrible happened. A slight from a friend, a good grade on a test or project, or a piece of mail could make a day horrible or wonderful. I miss her passion and her exuberance. I miss the excitement, both positive and negative, that bounded through the door with her. She brought flavor and spice into our days. It's so dull here now; the world has become flat and tasteless. Only the bitter taste of pain remains.