As my mom got can.cer, my dad chose another woman and disappeared. At 18, my twin brother and I became parents to our three younger siblings. Five years later, our father showed up at our door like nothing happened — and demanded something that left us in sh0ck.
My name is Anna, and I’m a twin.
Daniel and I were twenty-four by the time life slowed enough for us to catch our breath. But when everything truly collapsed, we were only eighteen—fresh out of high school, still debating dorm prices, still naïve enough to think adulthood came with guidance and safeguards.
There were five of us children. Daniel and me first, then Liam, followed by Maya, and finally Sophie. At the time, the younger three were nine, seven, and five. They were small, noisy, endlessly hungry, and full of questions that had no real answers.
“Can you pick me up early tomorrow?”
“Is Mom coming home tonight?”
