"Mama? Will Puffin die?"
That was Jonah's Saturday night question, regarding our spirited cat. Yes, I replied. Someday. Just like all living things.
His face fell.
"Wait? Will you die? Will I die and Rachie and Dada and..."
I did my best. But it's hard to reassure an impatient 5 year old who does not yet tell time - or really grasp the concept of old.
Especially when neither of these apply in a world where your baby sister dies before you get to meet her.
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