"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 remember the first time I held you in my arms. You were so small, so I was careful not to squeeze you. Your little hands were reaching something in the air that I can’t see, and I smiled. Later that night, when Mom was too tired to stay up, I watched you sleep peacefully in your cot. I promised that night I’ll take care of you as best as I can, and that you’ll always have me by your side.

But after five years, you were needed. Up there, in the heavens with the angels. You left me all of a sudden, and it was too much. Mom and Dad misses you everyday. And I do, too. I can’t do anything but hope you’re being taken good care of up there. And I hope, someday, we’ll meet again.

Happy 12th birthday.