“The ultrasound tech made a funny face. ‘I’ll be right back.’ Moments later, she entered with another technician. ‘See this?’ she said. ‘This is baby A, and this is baby B.’ TWINS? From a one-night stand? I was 6 months pregnant when I came home from school to my dad wanting to talk. ‘Mom and I think you should give this child away.’ I was angry, heartbroken, and completely beside myself. 13 days later, I found myself in a courtroom.”
“We walk in the room, and stand quietly. I start to cry. Well, that was fast. One outfit sends you spinning into a memory. We had stopped at a light and flagged down a police officer to escort us. She was bleeding everywhere. The outfit was ruined.”
“When I met him, he had a truck. A truck he loved and worked hard for. He traded it in for a family car. I didn’t ask him to. He just did it. It also tells me we are in a new phase of life. This man has been handed NOTHING.”
“The trees are too bare, the roof has little to no paper, and you left half-rolls sitting on the ground. THIS IS SHODDY TP-ING WORK.”
“Each night, he fits his a-little-bit-bigger body into that same curve of my arm, just like he did years ago. I hear the same breath and feel the same warmth on my skin. And I can tell at this rate we’re going, he and I won’t ever get enough time.”
“I threw open the bathroom door in tears. ‘Our son just asked us to make him a girl.’ My husband looked like a deer caught in headlights as he sat there silently processing what he heard. I knew right then we needed help.”
“MOM is in there nursing the baby.’ What? I WAS the mom! I just wanted to know how my son was. I was so angry at her ex-husband for leaving. My trust had been rocked. When Noah’s first birthday was coming up, we decided to meet.”
“Tears would well up in Victor’s eyes. ‘Why didn’t she love me?’ Those days were over. ‘Mom? If I’m being admitted, it means I have to stay here, right?’ I said, ‘Then that means I’m staying here too.’ We were going to pick up the pieces.”
“Our kids tried to fight back tears. ‘Will we see him again?’ You’d have thought the 3 of them had been brothers since birth. Nothing prepared me to watch him get on a plane, not knowing if we’d ever talk to him again.”
“My son is 3 year-old trapped in a 20 year-old body. I had to care for him myself. Then Victor came to paint my kitchen. We talked for hours on end. Our able-bodied children disowned us. But Victor wanted to take care of me.”
