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
Normal.
Beautifully normal.
I went home and wrote one final notebook entry.
To my daughters.
Then crossed out:
girls.
They were women now.
I continued:
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