I Spent 22 Years Raising My Triplet Nieces as My Own—What They Did at Their College Graduation Brought Me to My Knees

know how to warm a bottle.”

I sighed.

My neighbor knelt beside me. I was thinking she was probably right when the smallest baby reached up, blind and searching, and her fist closed around my index finger. It was tiny, warm, and strong in a way that made no sense for a six-month-old.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

I was thinking she was probably right.

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