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

tradition after that. Every spring, Patrick and I spent a Saturday turning the soil and pressing seeds down into the earth together. Every summer, he’d sit right in the middle of the blooms and tell Lily everything she’d missed that year — report cards, scraped knees, the small ordinary victories of growing up without her. When he made the baseball continue reading …