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
Successful in some areas.
Messy in others.
Exactly what children are supposed to become.
Adults.
Not evidence that I parented perfectly.
And if you ask whether I would do it again?
Dangerous question.
Would I want Rebecca to die?
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