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

Family ties do not erase legal process.

PART 6 — REBECCA

Rebecca had been thirty-one when she died.

Cancer.

Fast.

Cruel.

She had spent her final months trying to prepare Lucas for life with three infants.

Apparently nobody had prepared him for grief.

That did not excuse leaving babies on a porch.

But I refused to rewrite my brother as someone who had never loved them.