These are his baby sisters—just born yesterday.
And their mom? She’s never coming back.
She gave her life to bring them into the world.
Now he clutches the incubator like he’s trying to protect them from everything bad out there.
He’s not crying because he’s scared.
He’s crying because the house feels too still. Too quiet.
He kept waiting to hear his mom’s voice,
to see her walk in with a smile and say,
“Come meet your sisters.”
But that voice now lives only in his memories.
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