It’s the simple things
The things that you wouldn’t ordinarily give a second glance too
That floor you and make you choke
And hold back the tears
Yesterday Baba got a letter home from school, a letter about his first school photos
” On this visit they will take photos of both individual children and pictures of brothers and sisters together. If you would like to include a pre-school child in a sibling photograph then please arrive at school at 8.30am and report to the school office.”
It was a letter that we should have a use for.
It should be exciting, Baba’s first school picture, a picture with Rhianna Lily, sitting proudly beside her big brother, in his school uniform.
A picture for us to keep.
A picture to send to their Aunties, Uncles, Grandparents and Great Grandparents.
But there will be no picture of the two of them.
There will never be a picture of the two of them.
There will of course be a stunning picture of Baba, one that will be sent to all the family.
But there will be his sister missing.
Instead of celebrating this letter
It was a letter that choked me, a letter that I silently read and silently put in the bin.
That silently, but oh so loudly broke my heart in pieces once more!