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

be stern while secretly smiling into his coffee.

Whenever Leila and I fought over toys, clothes, the window seat, or any of the countless things children fight about before they understand how much they will one day miss the noise, Nora stepped between us.

“She had it yesterday,” Leila would protest.

“And you’ll have it tomorrow,” Nora would say, handing continue reading …