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

Junie’s first day of first grade felt like a new beginning.

She walked up the sidewalk with confidence, her pigtails bouncing, while I stood there hoping she’d make friends.

I spent the day cleaning—anything to keep my nerves in check.

“Relax, Phoebe,” I muttered to myself. “June-bug will be fine.”

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