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They argued about clothes, snacks, bathroom time, and who got the front seat, but five minutes later they would be laughing at some joke nobody else could understand.<\/p>\n
When school began again in September, I expected complaints.<\/p>\n
But by the end of August, they were obviously ready to come home.<\/p>\n
Instead, they were excited.<\/p>\n
They had spent the entire summer with my mom, who lives near the ocean, and they loved staying there.<\/p>\n
Grandma spoiled them, allowed them to stay up too late, and somehow persuaded them that pulling weeds counted as \u201cgardening adventures.\u201d<\/p>\n
But by the end of August, they were obviously ready to come home.<\/p>\n
\u201cI miss my friends,\u201d Alice confessed.<\/p>\n
The first several school days went smoothly.<\/p>\n
Emma rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean you miss Olivia because she always packs extra treats in her lunchbox.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma laughed.<\/p>\n
The first several school days went smoothly.<\/p>\n
After two months without them, it felt good having my house noisy again.<\/p>\n
They came home talking about new teachers, cafeteria drama, and which classmates had changed the most during the summer.<\/p>\n
I remember feeling relieved.<\/p>\n
After two months without them, it felt good having my house noisy again.<\/p>\n
Then, one afternoon, my phone rang.<\/p>\n
I was at work.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this Emma and Alice\u2019s mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
The caller ID showed the school.<\/p>\n
I answered casually.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
A woman spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this Emma and Alice\u2019s mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
She sounded as though she was struggling not to cry.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
Something about her voice made me sit up straighter.<\/p>\n
She sounded as though she was struggling not to cry.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma suddenly became very ill during class.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly my chair rolled backward.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, ill?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she felt dizzy. Then she collapsed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly my chair rolled backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
I barely remembered the drive.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe called an ambulance. They\u2019ve taken her to St. Mary\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I barely remembered the drive.<\/p>\n
I grew frustrated at every red light that slowed me down.<\/p>\n
Alice was already there with the school counselor.<\/p>\n
At the hospital, someone directed me toward the emergency department.<\/p>\n
Alice was already there with the school counselor.<\/p>\n
She ran straight into my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Emma?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice shook her head.<\/p>\n
Nobody could tell me anything useful.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face was pale.<\/p>\n
I kept asking nurses for updates.<\/p>\n
Nobody could tell me anything useful.<\/p>\n
Then a doctor walked through the doors.<\/p>\n
I knew before he spoke.<\/p>\n
He looked exhausted and sad.<\/p>\n
I knew before he spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cHer heart stopped suddenly. We attempted resuscitation, but unfortunately we couldn\u2019t bring her back. Is there any history of heart defects in your family?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She\u2019s only twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m very sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She\u2019s only twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n
After that, everything moved past me in disconnected pieces.<\/p>\n
I remember my knees touching the floor.<\/p>\n
After that, everything moved past me in disconnected pieces.<\/p>\n
Forms. Phone calls. People bringing meals. Teachers sending flowers.<\/p>\n
For a few seconds after waking up, I would forget.<\/p>\n
My mom arriving and crying so hard she could barely speak.<\/p>\n
The funeral. Then silence.<\/p>\n
The hardest part was mornings.<\/p>\n
For a few seconds after waking up, I would forget.<\/p>\n
Alice was the only reason I got out of bed.<\/p>\n
Of course, once I remembered, the grief came rushing back all at once.<\/p>\n
Alice was the only reason I got out of bed.<\/p>\n
She became quieter too. She stopped sitting in Emma\u2019s usual chair at breakfast. She stopped watching the shows they had enjoyed together.<\/p>\n
She slept with her bedroom light on.<\/p>\n
I tried talking with her.<\/p>\n
Sometimes she answered. Sometimes she simply shrugged.<\/p>\n
A week after the funeral, the school called.<\/p>\n
They wanted me to collect Emma\u2019s belongings.<\/p>\n
Eventually, Alice came with me.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t face it, so I waited another few days.<\/p>\n
Eventually, Alice came with me.<\/p>\n
A secretary handed us a box.<\/p>\n
There were textbooks, notebooks, a sweatshirt, two pens, and Emma\u2019s water bottle.<\/p>\n
But there was no backpack.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s her bag?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe thought you had it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The secretary frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe thought you had it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She checked with the classroom teacher, the nurse\u2019s office, and lost and found.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t have the energy to continue searching.<\/p>\n
Alice stood beside me with her arms folded.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe it got lost when the ambulance came.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t have the energy to continue searching.<\/p>\n
A missing backpack seemed insignificant compared with everything else.<\/p>\n
A month passed.<\/p>\n
I was still struggling to function. I returned to work. I made dinner. I did laundry whenever we ran out of clean clothes.<\/p>\n
But most days, everything felt automatic.<\/p>\n
Then yesterday morning, I decided to clean the house properly.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I reached Alice\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d walked downstairs, stumbled over a stray sweater, and ended up sitting on the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is em.bar.ras.sing,\u201d I murmured to myself.<\/p>\n
So, I started downstairs.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I reached Alice\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
She was spending the afternoon with my mom, so I stripped her bed and gathered dirty clothes.<\/p>\n
When I removed one pillowcase, it slipped from my hand.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I noticed something beneath her bed.<\/p>\n
I bent down to pick it up.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I noticed something beneath her bed.<\/p>\n
Black fabric.<\/p>\n
I crouched down.<\/p>\n
At first, I assumed it was one of her school bags.<\/p>\n
Then I reached for the strap.<\/p>\n
Her name was still written in silver marker across the front pocket.<\/p>\n
My hands went still.<\/p>\n
It was Emma\u2019s backpack.<\/p>\n
I recognized it instantly.<\/p>\n
Her name was still written in silver marker across the front pocket.<\/p>\n
I sat there on the floor holding it.<\/p>\n
Why was it hidden in Alice\u2019s room?<\/p>\n
Inside was a zippered pouch packed with folded pieces of paper.<\/p>\n
Why had she told me it was missing?<\/p>\n
For several minutes, I simply stared.<\/p>\n
Then I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside was a zippered pouch packed with folded pieces of paper.<\/p>\n
Dozens.<\/p>\n
Some were written on lined notebook paper.<\/p>\n
And on top were some of the angriest words I\u2019d ever seen from my daughter.<\/p>\n
One was written across the back of a grocery receipt.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t understand the resentment.<\/p>\n
The only words that escaped my mouth were, \u201cOH GOD, NO! This can\u2019t be real! Alice, WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN?!\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, I could only stare. I didn\u2019t even want to touch the notes.<\/p>\n
But eventually, my grief and curiosity took over, and I searched deeper.<\/p>\n
Deeper into the bundle of what I could only assume was hidden anger between my children.<\/p>\n
Every single one began the same way.<\/p>\n
Some of the notes were written on sticky notes.<\/p>\n
One was written across the back of a grocery receipt.<\/p>\n
Every single one had the same message on the front.<\/p>\n
To Alice. Or, To Emma.<\/p>\n
I unfolded the first with trembling hands.<\/p>\n
Stop taking my socks. I know they\u2019re mine because mine don\u2019t smell weird.<\/p>\n
Mom knows you ate the last brownie.<\/p>\n
Despite everything, I laughed.<\/p>\n
Another read:<\/p>\n
Mom knows you ate the last brownie, by the way. I\u2019m not taking the blame anymore.<\/p>\n
Another:<\/p>\n
If you tell anyone I cried during that dog movie, I\u2019ll deny it forever.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
The girls had been leaving notes for each other.<\/p>\n
The girls had been writing to each other, yes, but with love.<\/p>\n
And judging from the dates, they\u2019d been doing it for years.<\/p>\n
I continued reading.<\/p>\n
Some were silly. Some were sweet.<\/p>\n
Fine, you can have half my money.<\/p>\n
One mentioned a lemonade stand from when they were nine.<\/p>\n
Fine, you can have half my money. But only because you did build the stand.<\/p>\n
I remembered that afternoon.<\/p>\n
Emma had sold nearly every cup while Alice decorated all the signs.<\/p>\n
At bedtime, I had heard coins rattling between their rooms.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed an envelope near the bottom.<\/p>\n
Another note read:<\/p>\n
You didn\u2019t ruin the talent show. You got nervous. That\u2019s different. Next year we\u2019re doing something where nobody needs to sing.<\/p>\n
I remembered that too.<\/p>\n
Alice had frozen onstage.<\/p>\n
Before any teacher could step in, Emma had walked out beside her and taken her hand.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed an envelope near the bottom.<\/p>\n
READ THIS IF YOU\u2019RE STILL MAD AT ME.<\/p>\n
Unlike the others, this one was sealed.<\/p>\n
Across the front, Emma had written:<\/p>\n
READ THIS IF YOU\u2019RE STILL MAD AT ME.<\/p>\n
I heard the front door open.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice.<\/p>\n
Her eyes immediately found the backpack.<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly that the papers scattered.<\/p>\n
She appeared in the doorway.<\/p>\n
Her eyes immediately found the backpack.<\/p>\n
Then the envelope.<\/p>\n
Her expression changed completely.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlice\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n
She hurried toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t open that!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGive it to me!\u201d<\/p>\n
She grabbed it.<\/p>\n
I held it toward her.<\/p>\n
She grabbed it and pressed it tightly against her chest.<\/p>\n
Her breathing had grown quick.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was Emma\u2019s backpack underneath your bed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice stared down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to talk about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I took it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me it was missing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I took it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down on the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe had an argument.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you take it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Finally, she whispered, \u201cWe had an argument.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt Grandma\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was it about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wiped at her face impatiently.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she missed you. I told her she was acting like a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her she\u2019d spoil everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stayed silent.<\/p>\n
Alice continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she said I only wanted to stay because Grandma let me do whatever I wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her she\u2019d spoil everything if she came home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe said worse things too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe said worse things too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you weren\u2019t speaking?\u201d<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t going to pressure her.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you weren\u2019t speaking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot really.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the pouch filled with notes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy were all these inside Emma\u2019s backpack?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice\u2019s mouth trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe kept them in a box at Grandma\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe put them there after we came home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of them?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe kept them in a box at Grandma\u2019s. I saw her putting them into her bag before school started. I thought she was only trying to bother me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the sealed envelope in Alice\u2019s hands.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, everything made sense.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe tried to give it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma wrote this for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe tried to give it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe morning she passed away.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe left it beside my cereal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice stared down at the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe left it beside my cereal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice started crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cI pushed it away.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved closer.<\/p>\n
Her voice cracked.<\/p>\n
I wrapped my arms around her.<\/p>\n
She covered her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose were almost the final words I ever said to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wrapped my arms around her.<\/p>\n
She resisted me for half a second.<\/p>\n
Then sank against me.<\/p>\n
Alice wouldn\u2019t meet my eyes.<\/p>\n
After a while, she whispered, \u201cThe counselor brought our backpacks to the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled away slightly.<\/p>\n
Alice wouldn\u2019t meet my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen we left, I took Emma\u2019s too. I hid it before you could notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
That explained the missing backpack.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t leave it behind.\u201d<\/p>\n
I picked up the letter.<\/p>\n
She looked toward the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I couldn\u2019t bring myself to read this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you didn\u2019t want me finding it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
I picked up the letter.<\/p>\n
For one painful second, part of me wanted to open it.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma wrote it for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I handed it back.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why aren\u2019t you opening it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Emma wrote it for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
We spent the afternoon organizing the other notes.<\/p>\n
Alice looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI still can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
We spent the afternoon organizing the other notes.<\/p>\n
The lemonade stand.<\/p>\n
The talent show.<\/p>\n
She held up three notes.<\/p>\n
A Christmas when both girls had secretly bought each other the exact same bracelet.<\/p>\n
Then Alice stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She held up three notes.<\/p>\n
Each one mentioned a tin box.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t forget the tin beneath Grandma\u2019s porch.<\/p>\n
One read:<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t forget the tin beneath Grandma\u2019s porch.<\/p>\n
Another:<\/p>\n
Add the blue shell.<\/p>\n
The third read:<\/p>\n
Do NOT tell Mom. She\u2019ll make this weird.<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
That evening, we drove toward the coast.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea what that means.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice suddenly stood up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have to go to Grandma\u2019s. I completely forgot we wanted to do this last time.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, we drove toward the coast.<\/p>\n
Mom looked confused when we arrived carrying Emma\u2019s backpack.<\/p>\n
The three of us were kneeling beside the porch steps.<\/p>\n
Alice immediately asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have a shovel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Beneath the loose soil, we discovered a plastic-wrapped cookie tin.<\/p>\n
Inside were seashells.<\/p>\n
It was rusty around the edges.<\/p>\n
Inside were seashells.<\/p>\n
Friendship bracelets.<\/p>\n
A movie ticket.<\/p>\n
A broken dolphin keychain.<\/p>\n
Two old photographs.<\/p>\n
OPEN WHEN WE\u2019RE OLD.<\/p>\n
And another envelope.<\/p>\n
Alice picked it up.<\/p>\n
Across the front, Emma had written:<\/p>\n
OPEN WHEN WE\u2019RE OLD.<\/p>\n
Alice laughed.<\/p>\n
A genuine laugh.<\/p>\n
Most of the letter contained jokes.<\/p>\n
It surprised all three of us.<\/p>\n
She opened it.<\/p>\n
Most of the letter contained jokes.<\/p>\n
I bet you\u2019re still stealing my clothes.<\/p>\n
I bet Mom still tells everyone about us flooding the bathroom.<\/p>\n
Then Alice looked slightly caught off guard.<\/p>\n
My mom covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
She read the next part aloud.<\/p>\n
Alice\u2019s voice faded.<\/p>\n
My mom covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
I reached over for Alice\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were supposed to have all of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at the letter for a long moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were supposed to have all of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her hand moved toward the unopened envelope inside her pocket.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t pull it out.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
After a while, Alice took out Emma\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n
That night, we sat outside beside the ocean.<\/p>\n
The waves were loud enough that none of us needed to speak.<\/p>\n
After a while, Alice took out Emma\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n
She turned it over once.<\/p>\n
Twice.<\/p>\n
Then opened it.<\/p>\n
For several moments, she said nothing.<\/p>\n
Her eyes traveled slowly across the page.<\/p>\n
For several moments, she said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
She handed the letter to me.<\/p>\n
Emma had written:<\/p>\n
I\u2019m still mad too. But I don\u2019t like when we aren\u2019t talking. So whenever you\u2019re finished being dramatic, come find me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe always understood you well.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice wiped her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe called me dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled and hugged her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe always understood you well.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alice gave me such an offended expression that, for one second, she looked exactly like herself again.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Alice placed both letters inside the tin. Then she added a folded page of her own.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s for Emma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you write?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
She hugged the tin tightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNone of your business.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlice,\u201d I said, reacting to the cheeky remark.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s for Emma.\u201d<\/p>\n
So I didn\u2019t ask again.<\/p>\n
Then Alice and I headed toward the beach.<\/p>\n
We buried the tin beneath Grandma\u2019s porch.<\/p>\n
Then Alice and I headed toward the beach.<\/p>\n
Halfway there, she reached over and held my hand.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t mention it.<\/p>\n
Alice had believed one angry sentence was the final thing that mattered between her and her sister.<\/p>\n
I simply held on.<\/p>\n
For weeks, Alice had believed one angry sentence was the final thing that mattered between her and her sister.<\/p>\n
But it wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
There had been twelve years before that moment.<\/p>\n
And now, finally, she had something else to hold onto.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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