“I thought if I was really tired I wouldn’t cry,” I said.
“I knew that if I was really tired I would cry,” Sister #4 said.
“There’s no reason to cry,” I said. “This is a good thing.”
“I know. You’re just the last one,” she said.
“Just remember you’re not missing out on anything here.” I bent down to hug her. “It’s boring here. We’re the ones who’ll miss out on all the cowboy-ie and potatoey fun.”
“Okay.” She continued to cry.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you.”

Then I closed to door.

And now she’s gone.