The day I became the legal guardian of my five-year-old twin brothers after our parents were killed, my fiancé gave me an ultimatum: send them to foster care or lose him forever. I smiled, agreed to one final family outing—and made sure it became the day everyone saw who he really was.
I had a fiancé who called me every night.
A small apartment full of wedding magazines
And parents who still sent me care packages with my dad’s terrible cookies inside.
