I worked days at a warehouse and nights doing inventory for a distributor, but I did not do it alone. My brother took whatever shifts with the girls he could. Mrs. Alvarez downstairs watched them two nights a week and refused to let me pay her what she deserved.
Blindness frightened me at first because I did not know what kind of world I could build for them.
Pride does not warm bottles. Pride does not buy diapers.
So I let people help, and I kept moving.
I learned which daughter liked being bounced, which one calmed down to humming, and which one needed a hand resting over her stomach to settle.
Blindness frightened me at first because I did not know what kind of world I could build for them. Then I watched them turn toward my voice, reach for each other, and laugh anyway.
I packed three lunchboxes every day.
That taught me what mattered.
The girls grew fast. I learned how to braid hair by watching YouTube videos while three impatient heads sat in front of me. My first attempts looked terrible. Gabriella once told me I had made her look like a scarecrow.
I packed three lunchboxes every day.
