My six-year-old nephew crawled seven blocks carrying his little sister—then doctors and police uncovered why my brother’s children had vanished from my life for three years

to be her parent.”

He considered this with the seriousness he brought to most things. “So who’s responsible?”

“I am.”

A smile, slow and a little suspicious. “All the time?”

“All the time.”

“Even when she’s annoying?”

“Unfortunately.”

Drew laughed. A real one, the kind that surprises a child, the kind they don’t manage or control because it just happens.

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