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

started calling Leila and me twins because it was easier for them. Easier than saying “the surviving two.” Easier than watching our mother’s face crumble whenever someone asked where the third girl was.

But Leila and I never felt like twins.

We felt like two broken pieces of something that had once been whole.

Nora was older than us by seven minutes, continue reading …