Nicole was my tiny baby sister. But that's the thing. I don't know if she ever 'was' or ever 'will be' because nobody will tell me. All that I know is that she died in hospital, two weeks after birth. 

I never met Nicole. I'd wanted to meet her a week after birth, but Dad wouldn't let me. He said that Mum was very tired. That the baby wasn't well. That I shouldn't worry; she'd be alright. As if. Nicole would never be alright. 

If only I knew. If only I understood. But I didn't. And when Mum came back from hospital, three months after Nicole's birth, I had asked:

"Where is she? Where is my baby sister?"