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

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PART 2: The Box That Waited Ten Years
When Nora died, silence moved into our house.

It settled in every room.

Her slippers remained untouched in the hallway.

Her toothbrush stayed beside ours.

Her empty bed became the first thing I saw every morning and the last thing I saw every night.

Birthdays became especially painful.

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