I Raised My Sister’s Abandoned Triplets for 22 Years—At Their Graduation, One Revelation Made Me Fall to My Knees

the clean laundry. There were mornings I went to work with baby cereal on my blouse and no memory of brushing my hair.

I sold my little car and bought an old van. I gave up the graduate program I had been accepted into. I stopped dating because no man seemed to understand that loving me meant loving three little girls who came first, always.

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