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

toys, clothes, or seats at the dinner table, Nora stepped in like a tiny diplomat.

“She had it yesterday,” Leila would complain.

“And you can have it tomorrow,” Nora would answer calmly. “Today it’s Gia’s turn.”

“You always take her side.”

“No,” Nora would insist. “I take the side of peace.”

Then she would make a ridiculous face until we both burst out continue reading …