Six Years After Losing One of My Twin Daughters, My Other Child Came Home from School Saying: “Pack an Extra Lunch for My Sister”

“By the big tree! That’s her—and that’s her mom!”

I followed her gaze.

And my breath stopped.

A little girl—Junie’s exact reflection—stood beside a woman in a navy coat.

And behind them…

A face I would never forget.

Marla. The nurse.

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