My Daughter Asked Me to Pack Lunch for Her “Sister” — I Buried My Other Twin Six Years Ago

My daughter wasn’t gone.

She had been here.

Alive.

Growing up somewhere else.

While I was learning how to live without her.

I looked at the little girl standing next to Junie.

My child.

And for six years…

I had been mourning a child who was still alive.

This story is based on real-life situations and has been adapted for storytelling. Names and certain details have been changed.