Childless Siblings & Empty Silhouettes

A woman sits alone at a desk, writing in a journal. On the wall in front of her is a family tree that has images of some. silhouettes of others.

Some of us will never be ancestors. We have no descendants. We died too young, or we married too old. We stayed single and took care of our parents or stayed single just because. Or married and couldn’t or married and didn’t. For any number of reasons or none, we died childless. So, who will tell our story?

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