My wife left our newborn twins behind—18 years later, she showed up at their graduation, unprepared for what they had to say

Think About Us?”

Grace was seven years old when she asked it.

One morning, while we sat at the kitchen table, she looked up and said:

“Daddy, does our mommy think about us?”

I set down my coffee and looked across the table at her. Then I answered as honestly as I could.

“I don’t know what she thinks, baby. But I know what I think. Every single morning.”

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