It is 10:42 at night, so stressed at work, tired, alone and almost out of energy. When a picture dropped right in front of me, it was a picture of me, and someone behind me.
When I found a Polaroid picture of a young girl with her eyes closed and expressionless lips, I assumed someone had thrown it out because it was a mistake. The day my mother died, I stumbled across the photo again but now, there was a strange smile on her face.
My sister used to have a beautiful doll that had bright blue eyes, dark red lips and honey gold hair. One day, while playing in the attic, we found an old picture of a girl that looked exactly like my sister’s doll and on her lap sat a doll looking exactly like my sister.