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

me the doll or sweater or whatever tiny treasure had started the battle. “Gia gets it today.”

“You always take her side.”

“I take the side of peace,” Nora would declare.

Then she would pull some ridiculous face, and somehow even Leila would laugh.

Nora was sunshine in human form.

She softened every room she entered.

She tied our shoelaces before school, continue reading …