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’

“For my sister.”

A jolt of confusion ran through me. “Your… sister? Honey, you know you’re my only girl.”

“Tomorrow you have to pack one more lunchbox!”

Junie shook her head stubbornly. For a moment, she looked just like Michael.

“No, Mom. I’m not. I met my sister today. Her name’s Lizzy.”

I fought to stay calm. “Lizzy, huh? Is she new at school?”

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