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last year my mom picked sophie's birthday to tell me she was pregnant with cate. she picked the anniversary of sophie's death to tell the rest of the family. (what fucking irony.) now we have cate and i don't think i could ever love anyone more or want to help shape her life more but there's this thought, just in the background somewhere, reminding me that once before i failed as a big sister and i can very well do it again. just because cate's actually alive doesn't mean i succeeded. and now that she's here, does it mean i forget sophie? (haven't i already?) is this redemption or just a cruel reminder that i have a sister in the ground and it's partially my fault?
three years ago this was the worst week of my life. i have never been quite the same and this week in time has yet to get any better since.
three years ago this was the worst week of my life. i have never been quite the same and this week in time has yet to get any better since.