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

11. Maybe you are wearing fancy shoes. Maybe you have jobs. Maybe one of you is married, which is disgusting but fine.”

Mom laughed through her tears.

I continued.

“I need you both to promise me something. Do not let me become the space between you. I am scared that when I go, you will look at each other and only remember I am missing. But you are not continue reading …