I removed all other paintings and stared at the child's face and I knew that face because I saw her cry every time I looked in the mirror.

The tears swelled in my eyes and a drop fell and hit the daisy that was painted in her tiny hand.

”What-” I breathed and turned around. Marie stood with her tear-stricken cheeks and smiled at me.

She held something in her hands and as she walked closer I could see what it was. It was another pendant, the same as mine.

”When ...