There were three of us once: me, Leila, and Nora.<\/p>\n
We were triplets, and Nora was the oldest by seven minutes. She always joked that those seven minutes made her our protector.<\/p>\n
Then, when we were eleven, Nora got sick.<\/p>\n
She knew she was dying long before we understood it. Even from her hospital bed, she worried about us.<\/p>\n
When she died, everything changed.<\/p>\n
Birthdays became painful. There were always balloons, cake, and candles\u2014but also one empty chair.<\/p>\n
Leila and I stopped being close. Grief pushed us into opposite corners.<\/p>\n
Then, on our 21st birthday, Mom walked into breakfast carrying a small wooden box.<\/p>\n
On top was an envelope in Nora’s handwriting:<\/p>\n
\u201cOPEN ON OUR 21ST BIRTHDAY.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom told us Nora had made the box before she died.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe kept saying, \u2018They’ll need me when they’re grown up too.\u2019 I promised I wouldn’t open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
We opened it together.<\/p>\n
Inside were three bundles.<\/p>\n
Mine contained a photograph of the three of us, a bracelet, and a letter.<\/p>\n
Nora wrote that she hoped I was still singing and drawing flowers\u2014and that I needed to stop hiding my feelings.<\/p>\n
Leila’s bundle contained a childhood keepsake and another letter.<\/p>\n
Nora told her she wasn’t angry or difficult\u2014she was simply hurting.<\/p>\n
Leila started crying.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI missed her so much,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Gia. I missed you too.\u201d<\/p>\n
We hugged for the first time in years.<\/p>\n
Then we opened the final bundle.<\/p>\n
Inside was a stack of photographs, a paper crown, and a note:<\/p>\n
\u201cREAD THIS OUT LOUD. NO CHEATING.\u201d<\/p>\n
The letter was for both of us.<\/p>\n
Nora asked us to promise never to let her become the space between us.<\/p>\n
She told us to keep living, laughing, fighting over stupid things, and making up.<\/p>\n
Then she gave us one final instruction:<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery birthday, save me one slice of cake. Then tell each other one good thing that happened that year. I want to know you lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
But beneath the paper crown was something else.<\/p>\n
A cassette tape.<\/p>\n
We found an old player and pressed play.<\/p>\n
Then we heard her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Gia. Hi, Leila.\u201d<\/p>\n
We froze.<\/p>\n
Nora had recorded the message before she died.<\/p>\n
She told us she wasn’t angry about leaving. She was simply grateful she had been our sister.<\/p>\n
Then she said something that broke us.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you both cried when you thought I was asleep. Gia, you wanted to take my place. Leila, you wished you were the sick one.\u201d<\/p>\n
We stared at each other.<\/p>\n
Nora continued:<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were both wrong. Nobody should have taken your place. You have to stay because you have lives to live. You have to stay for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tape ended with her final words:<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved you first. I loved you last. And I am still your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
That morning, we cut three slices of birthday cake.<\/p>\n
One for me.<\/p>\n
One for Leila.<\/p>\n
And one for Nora.<\/p>\n
For the first time in ten years, the empty chair didn’t feel like a wound.<\/p>\n
It felt like a place saved for love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There were three of us once: me, Leila, and Nora. We were triplets, and Nora was the oldest by seven minutes. She always joked that those seven minutes made her our protector. Then, when we were eleven, Nora got sick. She knew she was dying long before we understood it. Even from her hospital bed,…<\/p>\n