And I had lost six years I could never get back.
Two months later, we sat together in the park—me, Junie, and Lizzy.
Sunlight warmed the grass, and both girls held melting rainbow ice cream.
“Mommy, you put popcorn in my cone again!” Lizzy giggled.
Six Years After Losing One of My Twin Daughters, My Other Child Came Home from School Saying: “Pack an Extra Lunch for My Sister”
