All My Life I Misjudged Her—Her Final Gift Shattered Everything I Believed
I thought I understood my sister. Or at least, I thought I knew where she fit in my story. She was the constant background figure—present, familiar, unremarkable. Yet there was always a quiet discomfort around her, something I couldn’t name. I mistook it for certainty. It wasn’t until her funeral that I realized it was …
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