Lucy sat on her bed, clutching her worn-out stuffed bear tightly. The room felt emptier than ever before. Her eyes were fixed on the garden outside, where she used to play with her baby brother. All that remained now was a haunting void. "Why did he have to leave?" she whispered to the bear, her voice trembling.
Her mother, Emily, appeared in the doorway, offering a reassuring smile. She joined Lucy on the bed, wrapping an arm around her. "He's with Jesus now, sweetheart. He's safe and happy," she said softly, her voice a comforting lullaby amidst the chaos of emotions.
Lucy walked into the backyard and sat on the swing, her feet barely touching the ground. She imagined her baby brother, laughing and cooing in a place beyond the clouds. "Do you think he's playing with angels?" she asked the bear, her eyes lifting to the sky with a hint of hope.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lucy felt a warmth spread through her heart. She could almost see him, her baby brother, nestled in the arms of Jesus, smiling down at her. "He must be so happy," she whispered, a smile breaking through her tears.
Lucy stood up, feeling lighter than before. She knew her brother was in a place filled with love and joy, free from pain. With a deep breath, she turned back towards the house, feeling her mother's love enveloping her like a warm blanket. "I'll always love you," she whispered to the stars, knowing in her heart that he heard her.
Lucy and Emily sat together on the couch, flipping through a photo album filled with memories. Each page was a testament to the love and joy Lucy's brother had brought into their lives. "He'll always be with us," Emily whispered, her eyes glistening with tears of both sorrow and gratitude. Lucy nodded, resting her head on her mother's shoulder, ready to face tomorrow with her brother's love in her heart.
