This is one of those moments. BeeBee and I have always had a special bond. Maybe it’s our love for her sister or maybe it’s because we are both old souls. I can’t really tell you but I know we have one. I struggle with it every day that I don’t get to see her anymore. I miss the bitch with every breath I take but I also miss BeeBee. She’s a little miniature version of her older sister, lots of people used to ask if they were mother and daughter. “I’ve missed you so much my tiny fairy,” I whisper into her hair. I hold back my tears but just barely. I’m not going to fall apart in front of the little girl in my arms. I look into her blue-green eyes and I see knowledge a seven year old shouldn’t have. “I missed you too. Paisley misses you more though. She cries all the time.” I’ve spent the better part of a year not thinking or saying her name. The people around me haven’t been saying it either.
