We named our four daughters Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring.
Winter was born with a heart problem. She didn’t make it.
Fall was allergic to a lot of things. We were really careful. But one day, Summer put peanut butter in her hair, and she died from shock.
We didn’t know how to punish Summer for that. Summer tried to run away. She was hit by a car.
Despite all the tragedy she had growing up, Spring turned out fine.
But every so often, on rainy days, I see her staring out the window, and I wonder what she’s thinking.