The artwork that has meant the most to me since Anja’s death is her sister’s. E has drawn picture after picture after picture of her Baby Sister. This is one from last January, right around A’s first birthday.

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‘It’s Mommy and me at the Anja bench, with daffodils beside us and blue birds and the sun is setting.’

Or, this one, where E and her sister are sharing a plate of salad and broccoli. Somehow it’s that detail that breaks my heart; things that are normal for E: salad, broccoli, and a dead baby sister she never saw but loves unconditionally.

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