Tears fell onto the picture frame, but Mom was still smiling.I looked at her trembling pinky in the air and gently curled my own around it.I promise, Mom.In the next life, I will come back.Dad stepped beside her and put an arm around her shoulders."Lily," he said, his voice hoarse. "Dad is sorry. What I said that day was anger. I never thought about sending you back. You are my daughter. You always will be."He paused, trying to swallow the sob caught in his throat."If you're willing to forgive Dad, come back to me in the next life, okay? I promise I'll treat you well."After he said that, he turned his face away.His shoulders were shaking, but he made no sound.Noah had been quiet in Aunt Megan's arms.He looked at Mom, then Dad, as if trying to understand something much bigger than he was.Then he wriggled down, walked to the memorial table, and stood on tiptoe because he was too short to reach my photo.He stretched out one finger and touched the frame lightly.
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