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

She doesn’t need my permission to become herself now. Hardest phase so far.

I never expected them to read any of it publicly.

Had I known, the writing would have been substantially better.

But I understand why they chose it.

The notebook showed something they could not see as children.

My uncertainty.

Children often imagine caregivers know what they are doing.

Terrible myth.