Michalinaism

Out of the mouth of sibling loss...

M: I love my sister. Mommy, can me, vivianna, and Sam all be together in the same square when we die?

Me: Sure. If that's what you want. 

(Exhausted from trying to explain to her for the millionth time that I hope she dies   when she is old and  has her own family)

...Sigh...

Reminders of why I hate this reality!