Raya’s POV
I found my mom in her office. She was framing the pictures we all took at the mall. Her eyes were filled with such joy and pride. She put the one of her and me right next to an old family photo of her, dad, and a teenage version of Miguel. I noticed that Miguel had a little stuffed wolf in his hands. It was black with a violet bow around it’s neck.
“That was the only toy you touched before we lost you.” Mom’s voice breaks me from my thoughts on the picture. “What?” I asked. “When you were born, your brother got that little stuffed wolf for you. You smiled and grabbed it’s nose with your tiny hands.” she said, tears in her eyes, but still filled with happiness as much as sadness. “After we lost you, he carried that wolf everywhere. I think it is still in his room.” She said wi
