Sara

“I can’t believe how cute you were.”

I playfully poke my tongue out at Bastian.

He and our parents are sitting on the sofa, Mum in between Dad and Bastian as they look through the photo album I brought.

“I’m sorry, there aren’t many. Jill and Paul weren’t big on photographs.”

Mum shakes her head. “This is perfect. We get to see you grow up through these pictures, and I couldn’t have asked for more.”

They’ve seen me as a small child, my first Christmas without them, my first lost tooth, and so much more.

My family missed out on all of those precious moments. I can’t get them back, but the photographs seem to be helping ease the pain somewhat.

“You look so m