In the silver frame, the photograph showed me wearing my favorite yellow dress, holding a giant strawberry up to the camera.Mom had taken it a long time ago. Back then, she used to chase me around with her phone, laughing, saying, "Nova, look at Mommy! Smile for Mommy!"Now, she couldn't see me at all.Every single morning, Dad would carry Leo over and stand right in front of the photograph. He would nudge the toddler gently, teaching him a morning routine, "Say good morning to your big sister."Leo couldn't pronounce the full phrase yet, his voice cracking into a small, broken chirp. "Morning, Nova."Dad would nod, his eyes glassy. "Your sister saved your life, Leo."He repeated those exact words every single day. And every single day, I stood right beside them, watching.Leo grew quickly over the next few months. He wasn't afraid of his nebulizer mask anymore. Every time he finished a breathing treatment, he would independently slide a glittery star sticker off th
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