6 months in, J is still making sense of Elias' passing.
As younger siblings are born to his friends, J monologues aloud with contemplative pauses in between:
"But where is our baby?"
"Our baby died. Our baby was sick."
"Why do my friends have a baby?"
"I miss our baby."
"Why do my friends have a baby?"
"We need to pray to God for a healthy baby."
J will randomly tell me he misses our baby and that he feels sad.
More heartbreak.
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