I Raised My Brother’s Triplet Daughters for 22 Years—What They Revealed at Graduation Brought Me to My Knees

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She was probably right.

But every time I thought about calling social services, I looked at those little girls.

And I couldn’t do it.

Someone had already left them once.

I wasn’t going to be the second person.

So I stayed.

The first year nearly broke me.

I worked during the day.

Fed babies at night.

Slept in twenty-minute stretches.

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