Missing part II

The last time I saw her, it was a Friday afternoon. We were standing at the wall calendar outside the school office.

"Look." She pointed and placed her finger on October 15. "Your birthday will be in a month, and mine a month after."

It was a casual conversation. We giggled.

Happy birthday, Isabel. Thinking of you today and always.

Even though there's so much to celebrate this month, it's hard not to wish for more hands to hold.