Our Triplet Sister Passed Away When We Were Only Eleven—On Our 21st Birthday, Mom Handed Us a Box that She Had Left Behind
Nora, with tubes taped to her arm, rolled her eyes.“I’m not a baby, Mom.”Even then, growing weaker beneath hospital blankets, she still tried to comfort us.“Don’t look like that,” she told us. “You both look strange when you’re worried.”When Nora died, our house forgot how to make noise.Her slippers stayed in the hallway for weeks…