You still see her sometimes, don’t you? Your sister? No, sweetheart.
Not for a very long time. I saw her again the other day. It was her. I know it. You really want me to believe that that’s her? You don’t see the resemblance? To a dead four-year-old girl? No. I saw the way you looked at her. I saw you! Mom! You more than anyone.. You have to believe! I really think you need to let this go now. Your sister was a very old soul. Sometimes we just don’t come back. I don’t know how to fix this.
I don’t know… if there is any way to fix this anymore. I wish you were here… because I think you’d know what to do. And I think I’d listen to you. I think you’re the only one I’d listen to. But… you’re not here. I missed you.