Without loss, faith, and hope, there can be no story of the lost children, those born between siblings...a heaviness clinging to the humid, stagnant air during those last dog days of the most unforgettable summer...on the terminal precipice of childhood innocence...sometimes shouts and screams at God for unforeseen failures...followed by honeyed whispers asking for exoneration...trepidation exuded from every conscious act...difficult and uncomfortable emotions kept hidden. These are the stories that shape the chaos of our lives as a middle child.