Six Years After One of My Twin Daughters Died, My Second One Came from Her First Day at School, Saying: ‘Pack One More Lunchbox for My Sister’

at the photo, heart thudding, hope and dread battling in my chest.

But deep down, I already knew, somehow, this was only the beginning.

“But she said we should be friends, since we look the same.”

The next morning, I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ached. Junie babbled about her teacher and “Lizzy’s favorite color” the whole way, completely continue reading …