I raised my brother’s 3 orphaned daughters for 15 years; last week, he gave me a sealed envelope that I wasn’t supposed to open in front of them.

I glanced up at him and then continued reading.

“The house wasn’t insured, the savings weren’t real, even the insurance I thought would help… wasn’t enough. Everything was at risk. I panicked. I couldn’t see a way out that wouldn’t drag the girls down with me. I didn’t want them to lose what little stability they had left. I made a decision that I told myself was for them.”

I gripped the paper tighter in my hands.

Edwin explained that leaving them with me, with someone stable and firm, seemed to him the only way to give them a true life.

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