When my mother passed away in a sudden car accident six months ago, my world shifted in an instant. At twenty-five, I found myself becoming the legal guardian—and in many ways, the stand-in father—of my ten-year-old twin sisters, Lily and Maya. The responsibility was enormous, but so was my love for them. My fiancée, Jenna, assured me she would support us through everything. She packed lunches, braided the girls’ hair, and often said she had “always wanted two little sisters.” For a while, I believed we were becoming a real family unit despite the grief hanging over us. I held onto that belief tightly, thinking it was the one beautiful thing growing from tragedy.
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