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

laughed through her tears.

“Still bossy.”

“She was older,” I replied.

“By seven whole minutes.”

For the first time in years, the joke made us smile.

The letter began playfully, imagining our adult lives and teasing us exactly the way Nora always had.

Then the message became serious.

“Please don’t let me become the space between you.

I’m afraid that after I’m continue reading …