Jyeon stops as we get almost to a shady willow tree at the far end, where the sun meanders through the branches and creates a slightly cooler and pretty spot. Three headstones stand together, larger than the rest, with their own little fenced garden areas for the family to put décor. Tia has a cherub engraved on her stone, smiling sweetly on its white background, and Baby park where her name should have been. Seeing it that way, remembering how I refused to acknowledge she had a name, makes me feel despicable.

I stop and stare, experiencing a million emotions when faced with the creamy Italian marble of her resting...