My Son Showed Up to Graduation Wearing His Late Twin Sister’s Red Dress — Everyone Thought It Was a Joke Until He Reached Into the Pocket

Eli barely spoke.

People kept asking me how he was doing.

I never knew what to say.

He showered.

He ate when reminded.

He went back to school.

Technically, he was functioning.

But a part of him seemed to have disappeared with his sister.

Then, nine days before graduation, I came downstairs at midnight and found him sitting at the kitchen table.

The red  dress was spread in front of him.

I stopped in the doorway.

“Eli?”

He looked up.

His eyes were swollen.

“I have to tell you something.”

He reached inside his backpack and pulled out an envelope.

My name wasn’t on it.

His was.

In Maya’s handwriting.

She had given it to him three days before she died.

I hadn’t known.

Neither had their father.

Eli opened it and handed me the letter.

I read the first few lines.