‘Sorry Mom, I Couldn’t Leave Them,’ My 16-Year-Old Son Said When He Brought Newborn Twins Home

When my son walked through the door cradling two newborn babies, I thought I was losing my mind. Then he told me whose children they were, and suddenly, everything I thought I knew about motherhood, sacrifice, and family shattered into a thousand pieces.

I never imagined my life would take a turn like this.

My name’s Jennifer, and I’m 43 years old. The last five years have been a masterclass in survival after the worst divorce you could picture.

My ex-husband Derek didn’t just leave… he stripped away everything we’d built together, leaving me and our son Josh with barely enough to scrape by.

Josh is 16 now, and he’s always been my universe. Even after his father walked out to start fresh with someone half his age, Josh still carried this quiet hope that maybe his dad would come back. The longing in his eyes broke me every single day.

We live just a block away from Mercy General Hospital, in a small two-bedroom apartment.

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