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
There should have been.
But I had turned caregiving into an identity so complete that every desire for myself felt selfish.
“I don’t know how.”
She cried.
“That’s not the same as there being no room.”
She was right.
At the time, I could not hear it.
I told her:
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