"I don't want children," Sasha would say. "I want to be wildlife photographer and travel the world."
"Who'd want to marry you anyway?" Eva would taunt.
Now in her thirties, Sasha appreciated the irony of having a baby boy whilst Eva struggled to fall pregnant.
Sasha took plenty of pictures of Eva cradling the baby and messaged them to her sister. Although each photo induced a spike of pain, Eva accepted them as thoughtful gestures.
Sasha never mentioned she was sending the pictures out of spite.