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hallways. Pillows flew across bedrooms. Crayons mysteriously appeared on walls despite repeated warnings from our exhausted mother.

Whenever Leila and I argued over toys, clothes, or seats at the dinner table, Nora stepped in like a tiny diplomat.

“She had it yesterday,” Leila would complain.

“And you can have it tomorrow,” Nora would answer calmly. “Today continue reading …