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
“I know.”
“You don’t even know how to warm a bottle.”
“I know.”
Then the smallest baby lifted one hand.
Her fingers moved blindly until they found mine.
She wrapped her tiny fist around my index finger.
Warm.
Strong.
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