Every Year He Planted Sunflowers for His Twin Sister—Until One Morning, One Flower Held a Small White Box

the very last seed into the dirt herself. “For Lily,” she said quietly. Patrick nodded. “For Lily.”

Then he tied a fresh white ribbon around a small wooden marker and wrote across it in careful letters: For Lily. Still loved. Still ours.

When he finally stood up from the dirt, he didn’t reach for my hand the way he always used to. He stood there on his continue reading …