I keep looking at the door, expecting to see her walk through it.


When I roam the halls, I keep waiting to hear her voice.


In the front room, I almost see her twirling.


Every time I turn, I feel like she’s just out of my sight. I think I see her out of the corner of my eye, but the mind plays tricks.

As I pack up the only home she knew, I wonder what she’d think of this new home, where we will continue life. Which room would she have picked? Would she want to share with her sister? Would she have picked out a purple color for her walls, or something new and different? I’ll never know.

I want to know!

The spots where she should be are empty.

I told myself it wouldn’t be hard. I told myself I was ready.

I lied.

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