11 x 11-1/2 inches
When I was 5 years old, my mother went through a tragic pregnancy. In her belly was my sister, to be named Amanda, who I longed for and dreamed of growing up with. She was still-born. Soon after my parents divorced. Throughout my life I wondered what day she was born. After a little research, in the spring of 2004 I finally discovered the exact date of her birth and this knowledge gave me a sense of peace. I lost my sister on April 16, 1975.
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