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

Sadie:

Smallest.

Gray eyes.

Still reached for my finger when tired.

After they fell asleep, I opened a cheap spiral notebook.

First entry:

To my girls. You’re one year old today. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. I’m twenty-eight and scared most of the time. But I know one thing: I’m not going anywhere voluntarily.

I almost wrote: