My 5-Year-Old Daughter Stayed with My MIL for the Weekend — Then Told Me, ‘My Brother Lives at Grandma’s, but It’s a Secret’

Sophie nodded seriously.

“Good. Then I’ll pick one just for him.”

And in that moment, the grief that had lived in shadows for so long finally found a place in the light.

Sophie still saves toys for her brother, setting them aside carefully.

When I ask what she’s doing, she says, “Just in case he needs them.”

And I don’t correct her anymore.

Grief doesn’t need correcting. It just needs space to exist… honestly, openly, without shame.

And maybe that’s how healing begins.

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