By Angie Kang
Two brothers go back to the lake their father used to take them to, this time without him.
Two brothers return to the lake where their dad taught them to swim and jump from the little cliff. It's their first trip here since he died, and the younger boy freezes at the edge, not sure he can make the leap without their father there. The older brother, quietly stepping into the space their dad left, waits with him until a memory of Dad jumping in gives the younger one the courage to go. Then they hold on to each other in the water.
It carries real grief without a single heavy word, mostly through the quiet between the brothers and the gouache art that keeps everything soft and calm. There's no big cry and no tidy fix. Instead it shows something a grieving child can actually hold onto: that remembering the person you lost is part of how you keep going. For a family who's been through a loss, it says the hard thing kindly and then sits with you in it.