Our Triplet Sister Passed Away When We Were Only Eleven—On Our 21st Birthday, Mom Handed Us a Box that She Had Left Behind

There Were Three of Us

There were three of us once.

Me, Leila, and Nora.

I know that sounds like the beginning of a story told by someone who has finally made peace with the ending. But I never truly made peace with ours.

Not really.

I simply learned how to talk around it without falling apart in public.

After Nora died, people continue reading …