And out of the blue you caught me off guard.

I’m washing up in the kitchen, minutes prior I’m trying to put Esme down for a nap in the living room.

I thought I would play some lullabies.

And then I’m washing up Esme’s bottles and I find myself subconsciously humming.

I know this song.

It’s your song. It always will be.

I walk back in to the lounge where the melody is playing. Esme fast asleep, just as if her big sister has rocked her to sleep.

It hurts still, it’s not as sore but it still hurts. Two sisters who will never meet. A daughter I will never get to put to sleep.

Still, Esme makes it bearable but I will always miss you Grace.

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