work as a home health aide. Mostly elderly clients, sometimes people with disabilities or recent surgeries. That morning, I had a new assignment—just a note that said “infant care, temporary emergency placement,” with an address and a start time. No real explanation.
Now they’re five. Old enough to ask questions, to hold flowers, to remember things I didn’t think they could. We go every year on her birthday. Bring yellow daisies—her favorite—and take a photo to “show her we visited,” like I promised them we would.
They were too young when she passed to understand it, really. I remember holding them both at the service, one on each hip, while trying not to fall apart myself. I told them she was in the sky, watching us. That she loved them more than cookies and cartoons combined.
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He stopped before a simple gray granite headstone. Helen’s name was carved in clear letters, alongside the dates of her life, now seeming so distant. Andrew silently stared at the inscription, feeling the cold seep through his clothes. He wasn’t one to voice his feelings aloud. “Five years already,” he said softly, not expecting a…
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