Every year, my sister asks what I want to do for my birthday. She never lets it go unmarked. Never lets the day pass quietly. She’s great like that, and I know it’s her way of keeping something normal alive when so much of our world has already changed shape. And because it has only been a year and a half since we lost my mum, my sister is still grieving too, I never have the heart to tell her the truth…I don’t want to celebrate my birthday anymore.