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

how to talk to each other anymore.

That morning, Mom invited us home for breakfast.

The dining room was decorated with balloons and streamers.

A small birthday cake sat nearby.

And there, at the table, were three place settings.

Neither Leila nor I commented on it.

Then Mom entered carrying a small wooden box.

Immediately, something inside me tightened.

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