My whole childhood is littered with memories of being alone and lonely and abandoned and disregarded in our family, and the only part that makes it feel okay is that Bridget was there with me. Through all the ways our parents failed us, my sister did not. My sister is the lace trimming around all of it and I’m watching my fiancé do his absolute and undeniable best to give my sister breath again. But he can’t. She’s already gone.
I HAVE GOOSEBUMPS OMG
