I adopted twin baby girls I discovered wrapped in towels inside a beach changing cubicle—then, on their 18th birthday, they placed those same towels back into my hands and whispered, “Dad… we owe you the truth.”

to run from hard things.

So, I opened it.

A scrapbook rested inside. On the cover, they had written:

“Our Family Began Before We Could Remember”

The first page showed me asleep with both of them tucked against my chest.

Then came birthdays, missing teeth, school plays, report cards, and Father’s Day cards.

Near the back, an envelope slipped out.

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