I need Mami. I need to be hugged by her and kissed. I need to be praised by her about my cheese pilgrimage. I need her tea down my throat, showcasing that I enjoy her tea party. I need her to serve her every blend and call each interesting, only to carry me to her kitchen and serve me cake into a voracious maw like the hungry beast I am. I need her to lovingly smother my face like I'm a stuffed toy and she just has me around to squish me. I need her words to pierce my heart and draw love. I want to walk around with the cake crumbs visible so everyone knows I'm satiated.