Jacqueline McCullough | Photography

When she left there was just this space. An absence. An emptiness.

The last photograph taken of her is heartbreaking to look at. Something about the look in her eyes makes you feel like she knew what was coming. Sat on the sofa in our school uniforms she is looking at the camera, her eyes filled with tears.

She arrived at eight days old and stayed until just after her 1st birthday. Eighteen years on I still have a box of her belongings, unable to leave her behind.