A month after my 12-year-old daughter passed away, I found her missing backpack hidden under her twin sister’s bed, what was inside made my hands shake
My daughters, Sutton and Eliza, were twins, but they hated when people treated them like two copies of the same child.
Sutton was louder. She made friends in grocery-store lines and laughed before she reached the funny part of her own jokes.
Eliza watched first and spoke later. She liked drawing, hated crowds, and somehow remembered every tiny promise anyone ever made to her.