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’

barely had time to set down the sponge before the front door slammed.

Junie burst in, backpack half open, cheeks flushed.

“Mom! Tomorrow you have to pack one more lunchbox!”

I blinked, rinsing soap from my hands. “One more? Why, sweetheart? Did Mommy not pack enough?”

She tossed her backpack onto the floor and rolled her eyes, like I should already know.continue reading …