After years of hoping and praying, my dream finally came true—I gave birth to three beautiful, healthy daughters: Sophie, Lily, and Grace. Holding them for the first time, I was overwhelmed with love. It was a moment I thought would be the happiest of my life.
But then something unexpected happened.
When Jack, my partner, entered the hospital room, I expected joy. Instead, he looked distant and uneasy. I asked him what was wrong, and his answer left me stunned. He said we couldn’t take the babies home—because of something his mother believed. She had told him that the girls were somehow “bad luck” and that they’d bring misfortune. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I pleaded with him to look at our daughters—to see the love and life in front of us—but he stood by what he was told. Then he said something I’ll never forget: “If you take them home, you do it alone.” And just like that, he walked away.
In that moment, I held my daughters close and made a silent promise: You will never be alone. I will always be here.
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