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’

jelly than her mom.”

“I met my sister today. Her name’s Lizzy.”

“Is that so?” I asked.

Then Junie’s face brightened. “Oh! Want to see a picture? I used the camera like you said!”

I’d bought her one of those little pink disposable film cameras for her first day. I thought it’d be fun, and help her make memories. And that I could make a scrapbook for her continue reading …