Your sister remembers you. At least, she remembers that you grew inside mummy's tummy.
She remembers looking forward to your arrival and being confused when we told her that you wouldn't be coming home, after all.
She looks at your photograph. She holds your toy bear.
She asks questions about where you are and if you will ever come back.
She talks about you at nursery. Yesterday, her friends shared their stories of lost pets and grandparents.
She is proud to be your big sister.
I think she remembers that nearly one year has passed.
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