I raised my fiancé’s 10 children after he left us; 30 years later, his lawyer showed up at my door and said, “He asked me to give you this envelope today.”

exactly the size each child had needed when he left.

Price tags still hung from the handlebars.

He had bought birthday presents every year.

None had ever been opened.

There were dolls.

Tool kits.

Baseball gloves.

College sweatshirts.

Baby blankets.

Wedding gifts.

Even tiny presents for grandchildren he had never met.

Each package carried a handwritten label.

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