Sometimes I forget just long enough that I select her username on Instagram or I start typing her nickname in the text “to” field. In those brief moments of suspense, she’s alive again. Sort of.
But then it’s like that feeling when you think you’re on the last step, but there’s another. You fall—just a little—and it disrupts your flow. You twist your ankle, you drop what you’re holding, or you break down without warning because of a stupid cat video.
Unmoored Sister 