My memories of Mikaila are what I hold in my mind as her Identity... her masses of dark, soft hair... her pale skin and her dark ruby lips... her long, thin arms and legs, and long fingers with tiny fingernails...
Had she survived, these would no longer be her Identity...
She would have grown, learned, changed over time, and would now be a young woman making her own individual mark on the world.
I often wonder what she would be like. What would she look like? Would she still have the dark hair she had at birth or would it have changed? Would she be outgoing, confident or sporty? Or would she be a quiet, studious and academically minded young lady?
Given that her brothers and sisters all have their own unique looks and personalities that, although at times hold glimpses of their siblings, are usually all very individual, it is difficult to tell whether Mikaila would be like any of them.
I only have my imagination to create an Identity for who I think she might have become... There is no way to tell whether I am right in my guessing.
This figurine represents the Unknown Identity of who Mikaila might have grown into... a young lady, but without defined features or personality... leaving these things purely to imagination and personal assumptions. But a divine being who holds the essence of all things within them.
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