Every time you mention something for the future, I can’t help but stare at you for a few seconds too long.
That night where you came home drunk, crying out that you missed Nanna; I’ll never forget how pained you sounded or how tired you looked. And I won’t forget how both my brother and I sat with you, brushing back your hair and whispering to you how much we love you. I’ll remember that because I know it’s how you’ll react once I’m gone, only this time I won’t be the one who opens the door to a sobbing woman looking for her keys. I […]