that changed everything.
He explained that because he couldn’t give the twins a lifetime with their father, he had tried to leave pieces of himself wherever they might someday need him.
That was what the envelopes were.
He had imagined the moments he might miss and written himself into them.
Their first day of school.
Their sixteenth birthdays.
Graduation.
Love.
Heartbreak.
The days when they might desperately want advice from their father.
At the bottom of the letter was one final message:
Don’t spend their birthdays staring at the man
