That evening, James sat with Anna, explaining as gently as he could. “Sometimes people in the same family look a little different,” he said, stroking her hair. “But that doesn’t mean we’re not connected. Your sister is special, just like you are.”
Anna seemed to understand, her face lighting up as she looked at her baby sister. “She’s different, but she’s still my sister,” she said confidently. James smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “Exactly,” he said. “And we’re lucky to have her.”