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Jul 2019
I've been asked how I can
miss someone I never met.
How I can mourn someone
that was before my time.

For the longest time,
I didn't have an answer.
I've searched again and again
until now.

It's simple. You just do.
I lost my sister when she was three days old. She was born eight years before I was, but nonetheless I miss her. I may not have known her, but she was still my sister, and Jeannie holds a part in my heart that can never be filled.
Written by
Melanie
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