My Daughter Walked Out Right After the Triplets Were Born – 20 Years Later, She Came Back, and What My Granddaughters Did Split Our Lives Into

“I’m leaving, Dad.”

I laughed once.

“You just had three babies. You’re not going anywhere.”

“I can’t do this. I’m leaving.”

“You just had three babies.”

“You’re scared. That’s all. Every new mother is scared.”

“I’m not scared,” she said. “I’m done.”

The word hit me like a fist.

“Done? They haven’t even opened their eyes yet.”

“Three girls will ruin my life. I’m 22. I still have a chance to marry well.”

“I’m not scared.”

I stared at her.

“They’re not a storm, Lisa. They’re babies.”

“Easy for you to say. You already had your life.”

“My life was raising you.”

“And look how that turned out.”

I swallowed that because those babies needed me more than my pride did.

“They’re not a storm, Lisa.”

“I’ll help you,” I said. “You won’t be alone.”