My mum's Dutch friend

I'll call her Anne.
My mum doesn't have very many close friends, which I think is how it should be. One of her friends is finally finding happiness, and for her it lies in Peru. When asked to name people whom I admire, I always say Anne. She has this light about her, this energy. I find myself wanting to prove myself to her, to connect and say that I'm special like she is, can you feel my energy? I'm spiritual too, just wait until I am your age! I am open and understanding too, isn't it amazing how my mother and I are so different? I want to say all these things and prove myself, but the best part is I don't have to say them. She appreciates me for who I am, and she listens to me. I may not always have a voice, at least in my mother's opinion, but with her I always do. She was married but divorced. She lives on her own with her cats and a horse, but she's leaving the horse here when she moves to Peru. I love that she has found herself and true happiness. Some say she feels the need to find herself because she doesn't have children. I don't agree, or maybe I would deny that truth with all of me if it were true. She's very spiritual, but her head isn't in the clouds. She has a relevant sense of humour, and she's tall and thin and likes taking my dog on hikes. She's moving to Peru and I'm going to miss her.