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

groan every single time.

“Seven minutes isn’t being older.”

“It absolutely is,” Nora would reply with a grin.

Those arguments became the soundtrack of our childhood.

Laughter echoed through hallways. Pillows flew across bedrooms. Crayons mysteriously appeared on walls despite repeated warnings from our exhausted mother.

Whenever Leila and I argued over continue reading …