I Raised My Brother’s Triplet Daughters for 22 Years—At Their College Graduation, They Called Their Father’s Name and I Fell to My Knees

Time.

Understanding that loving daughters and having an adult relationship were not competing moral categories.

PART 67 — THERAPY

Yes.

I finally went.

At fifty.

My therapist asked:

“Who were you before the triplets?”

I laughed.

“Twenty-seven.”