I wasn’t about to lose both girls.
So I became Nora’s guardian.
Eventually, I adopted her.
The town called me crazy.
They said I was replacing Emily.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
Nora never slept in Emily’s bedroom.
She refused to move anything.
Every year she placed a single white daisy on Emily’s pillow before quietly crying alone.
Life slowly moved forward.
Nora graduated high school.
Then college.
She called me Dad for the first time after the adoption papers were signed.
Yet Emily never left our lives.
Every birthday.
