Today I miss you. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you and wonder how tall you're getting, how long your hair is, or if your finger nails are painted. I wonder if you're singing new songs, drawing new pictures, watching new movies. I wonder if you're handwriting has changed and what numbers you are adding and subtracting. I wonder who you are eating lunch with and who you are playing with at recess.
Sis, I helped raise you for six years. I was your other mom for six years. You were my girl for six years. Then, just like that you weren't. I don't see you. I don't talk to you. I have no contact with you and it hurts. It makes me sad. I know that you have a great mom and great dads. I know that you are loved infinitely. But, today hurts.