Because she's going through something sad, lonely, and all-too-familiar to me. Because I can't be there to hug her and fix her meals and babysit Charlotte to free her up to do whatever she needs. Because I'm not there to just be still and quiet with her. Because she asked, and I love her.
Some pictures my sister just discovered when she had an old roll of film developed today. They're poignant for me, too. Baby On A Boat. And the exceedingly large and gentle hands holding her in those first pictures are my Dad's.