My husband d:ied 4 days before I gave birth to twins. Then my family stormed into my hospital room, my dad stole my newborn son, and handed him to my brother
The nursery smelled of fresh paint and cedar because he had built the twins’ cribs himself. Above Lily’s crib, he had painted tiny white stars. Above Noah’s, he had painted little pine trees because he said our son should grow up knowing mountains belonged in his dreams.
I stood in the nursery doorway with a baby in each arm, and grief hit me so continue reading …
