I have lived through more than I ever thought possible in two months and come out the other side. It doesn’t feel bad. It doesn’t suck. It feels scary. But it feels doable. It almost feels right. I’ll never not be sad. I’ll never not be a girl without a mother. I’ll never not have a ludicrously big hole in my heart. But I am a girl with a sister now, and a chance, and I have to take it. I want to take it.
