After we finished reading our letters, one package remained.<\/p>\n
The one addressed to both of us.<\/p>\n
Inside were photographs, a folded paper crown, and one final envelope.<\/p>\n
Across the front, Nora had written:<\/p>\n
**READ THIS OUT LOUD.**<\/p>\n
Leila laughed through her tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill bossy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was older,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cBy seven whole minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, the joke made us smile.<\/p>\n
The letter began playfully, imagining our adult lives and teasing us exactly the way Nora always had.<\/p>\n
Then the message became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t let me become the space between you.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m afraid that after I\u2019m gone, you\u2019ll only see what\u2019s missing when you look at each other.<\/p>\n
But you\u2019re not the sisters who stayed behind.<\/p>\n
You\u2019re Gia and Leila.<\/p>\n
You\u2019re my favorite people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears blurred every word.<\/p>\n
She asked us to keep celebrating birthdays.<\/p>\n
To laugh.<\/p>\n
To argue about silly things.<\/p>\n
To live fully.<\/p>\n
And then she gave us one final tradition.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery birthday, save me one slice of cake.<\/p>\n
Then tell each other one good thing that happened that year.<\/p>\n
Not the sad things.<\/p>\n
The good things.<\/p>\n
I want to know you lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the bottom of the letter was one last instruction.<\/p>\n
**LOOK UNDER THE PAPER CROWN.**<\/p>\n
Beneath it sat a small cassette tape.<\/p>\n
Mom gasped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI completely forgot about this.\u201d<\/p>\n
We rushed to find an old cassette player.<\/p>\n
The moment the tape began, static filled the room.<\/p>\n
Then came a voice none of us had heard in ten years.<\/p>\n
Nora.<\/p>\n
Small.<\/p>\n
Fragile.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Gia. Hi, Leila. Hi, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Leila immediately grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n
Nora laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this recording works, I\u2019m basically a genius.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several minutes, she spoke directly to us.<\/p>\n
She told us she wasn\u2019t angry.<\/p>\n
She told us she loved being our sister.<\/p>\n
Then she revealed a secret.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard both of you crying when you thought I was asleep.<\/p>\n
Gia, you prayed that you could take my place.<\/p>\n
Leila, you wished you were the sick one because you thought you were stronger.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Neither of us had ever told anyone those thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were both wrong,\u201d Nora said gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cNobody should have taken my place.<\/p>\n
You have lives to live.<\/p>\n
You have to stay for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tape clicked softly.<\/p>\n
Then came her final words.<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved you first.<\/p>\n
I loved you last.<\/p>\n
And I am still your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
We simply held each other and cried.<\/p>\n
Later that afternoon, we cut three slices of birthday cake.<\/p>\n
One for Leila.<\/p>\n
One for me.<\/p>\n
And one for Nora.<\/p>\n
For the first time since losing her, the empty chair no longer felt like a reminder of death.<\/p>\n
It felt like a place reserved for love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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