I drifted beside my mother, watching as she leafed through my sister's photo album, lost in despair.

Tears fell drop by drop onto the yellowed photographs, blurring the traces of time.

"How could this happen? How did my Hannah become this way?"

My mother murmured to herself, her voice filled with disbelief and heart-wrenching sorrow.

She continued to turn the pages of my sister's pictures.

Suddenly, her hand paused, her gaze falling on a photo of the two of us as twins.

It was taken right after we were born.

In the photograph, we were wrapped in soft swaddling cloth, our tiny faces pressed closely together, sleeping peacefully.

My mother...