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

Leila became sharp.

Quick to speak.

Quicker to leave.

I became quiet.

Too quiet, according to Mom.

“You girls need each other,” she told us one night when we were sixteen.

Leila stared at her plate.

I stared at mine.

Neither of us answered.

The truth was that needing each other hurt.

Every time I looked at Leila, I saw the space where Nora should have been.

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