My Daughter Walked Away Right After the Triplets Were Born \u2014 20 Years Later, She Came Back, and What My Granddaughters Did Split Our Lives Into Before and After.
I loved my daughter more than anything in this world.
So when Lisa gave birth to three tiny girls, I stood outside that hospital nursery with tears running into my gray mustache.
Until Lisa looked at them once and turned her face away.
\u201cI can\u2019t do this, Dad.\u201d
At first, I thought she was just scared.
But then she sat up in that hospital bed and said,
\u201cThree girls will change my whole life. I\u2019m twenty-two. I still have a chance to marry well.\u201d
Then she reached for her purse instead of her daughters.
By sunrise, she was gone.
I was sixty-one, alone after my wife p.a.s.s.e.d away, and living on a pension so small I had to count every dollar.
But I made my decision that morning.
These girls were my granddaughters.
And I would do everything I could for them.
\u201cGrandpa, are we poor?\u201d little May asked once.
Those twenty years were not easy.
We were not rich.<\/p>\n