DORIS
Mia talked a mile a minute, telling me about school, dance lessons, and her friends. She showed me her favorite toys and books.
“I keep this picture by my bed, and I kiss it goodnight every night before I go to sleep.” Mia demonstrated by picking up the photo in the silver frame and giving the glass a loud, smacking kiss.
Inside the frame was an old picture of Cathy. She had on a big floppy hat and sunglasses that covered most of her face. It was taken at sunset, and she was partially in shadow.
Even so, I could see her beauty. I could also see how much I resembled her.
Mia kissed the photo again and put it back on her dresser.
“I missed you too, Mia. I thought about you every day.”
“You did?”
“Absolutely. I never would have been gone if I didn’t have to. And I’m going to be
