After losing one of my twin daughters, I never thought I would hear something that would shake me again—until three years later, on the first day of first grade, my other daughter’s teacher said, “Both of your girls are doing great.”
I buried one of my twin daughters three years ago and spent every day living inside that loss. So when my other daughter’s first-grade teacher casually said, “Both your girls are doing great,” on her very first day of school, I stopped breathing. I still remember the beginning of everything. Ava had been sick for…
