Sneakers pounded and laughter spilled out, mine mixed with theirs as we ran.
No one could give me back the years I lost.
But from here on out, every memory was mine to make. And no one would ever steal another day.
These moments were ours now.
Six Years After One of My Twin Daughters Died, My Second One Came from Her First Day at School, Saying: ‘Pack One More Lunchbox for My Sister’
