She would never be able to ring her brother. Then a flood of images filled my head it was like the reality of what “would” have had been flashed before my eyes. I saw them exploring the garden together. Him looking after her at school. Them lying together on the bed reading books. I then thought of my own big brother and the thought of growing up without him made me feel sick. This cemented the fact that Maya and Tex would grow up without theirs and none of that would ever happen.
I tilted the rear-view mirror to see her little face. It was like she was completely broken her eyes were wide and she looked sort of shocked. She obviously thought this whole time that Heaven was a place that she could call or visit. I think she somehow finally understood that it wasn’t.
I could give her no answers and the questions kept coming but I had nothing absolutely nothing except tears uncontrollable tears. Tears for her and her brother and what “may” have been.