"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I have never got to know you, considering you were stillborn. But I really hope you’re doing okay up there. And I hope you have gotten to know gramps as well. I wonder how you looks like. Are you a boy or a girl? Would you follow after me if you were alive? Would you be very kind or really mean? But I wouldn’t be able to know you at all. Because you’re gone. It’s probably my fault about how you died. I still have you in my mind after all this time. I don’t remember much about the day you died. All I could remember was how mom started crying as well as auntie. I really wish I could has met you. May you rest in peace little sister or brother. <3