Orva looked at Tia's letter as she sat at her desk. Even if you continue to think about a deceased person, you eventually come to terms with the fact that they are no longer with you.

As it were, it had been like her sister kicked a bucket, however acknowledgment never came, and she kept on lamenting.

She never stopped wondering where Tia was or what her life was like.

She put her hand on the letter and shut her eyes, then called the picture of her sister that she had consistently picked when she missed her.

The pregnant teen had a radiant smile. Her thick red hair was tied...