More of a dream than reality

The fact asked for a oneshot of (I've covered people being back from the underworld so many times, so I hope this will do) Neal being confused on the anniversary of his big sister's death because he was only a baby when she died. Trigger warning of discussions of a main character death and grieving.

Every year this happened on this day. Every year mom and dad cried. Every year, old photos were brought out and explained to me. What was happening, and where they were taken. Every year after breakfast we would go to the graveyard. I hated that bit. It was a scary place and I thought there were ghosts that lived there. But I was brave for mom and dad. I knew they needed me to be brave. They needed to go and see my sister. It was weird, having a big sister that I couldn't remember. I'd seen all the old pictures of her holding me when I was a baby, I looked happy with her, and she with me, but I couldn't remember Emma. No matter how hard I tried, she was just like a story to me. I wanted to be able to remember her. I wanted to be able to feel properly sad on the day she died, or her birthday, like mom and dad were. But I couldn't. Emma might be my big sister, but I never knew her. How can you be upset about the death of someone you never knew? But I did kept upset. Especially when I saw my friends with their brothers and sisters. I should be like them. I should have a big sister to play with and look after me…but I don't. Not anymore.