One of my twin daughters passed away three years ago, but on her first day of first grade, her teacher remarked, “Both of your daughters are excellent students.”
Seven days later, I waited by the campus entrance observing Hope dash across the grass toward Jade with her arms already spread wide. The pair of them crashed together, giggling, and instantly began weaving each other’s hair in that quick, messy manner young kids use.
They strolled past the entryways next to one another, impossible to tell apart continue reading …
