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The Sister Who Held Us Together
There were once three sisters. Griefcounseling service
Me, Leila, and Nora.
People often assume time heals every wound, but some losses simply learn how to hide beneath the surface. Ours was one of them.
After Nora died, strangers started referring to Leila and me as twins. It was easier for them that way. Easier than acknowledging there had once been three little girls instead of two.
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