Then my husband gave her something on her eighteenth birthday that made me realize he had never believed that the way I did.
My daughter had a twin sister who died nine days after we brought them home.
But for eighteen years, we let Hannah believe she had been born alone.
Rosie was eleven minutes younger.
I remember everything about those eleven minutes.
Hannah arrived first, red-faced and furious at the world, crying so loudly that one of the nurses laughed and said she already had a strong personality.
Eleven minutes later, Rosie arrived.
She was quieter.
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