I Raised My Brother’s 3 Orphaned Daughters for 15 Years – Last Week, He Gave Me a Sealed Envelope I Wasn’t Supposed to Open in Front of Them

While we waited, no one spoke.

Before the fifteen minutes were even up, there was a knock.

I looked at my girls in the living room one more time before opening the door.

Their father stood there.

When he stepped inside, no one spoke at first.

Then Lyra broke the silence.

“You really stayed away this whole time?”

Edwin looked down, ashamed.

Dora stepped forward.

“Did you think we wouldn’t notice? That it wouldn’t matter?”

His expression shifted slightly.

“I thought… you’d be better off. And I didn’t want to tarnish your mother’s memory.”

“You don’t get to decide that,” she said.

“I know that now. And I am so sorry.”

For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes.

Lyra held up one of the documents. “This is real? You did all this?”

“Yes. I worked as hard and as long as I could to fix it.”

But Jenny shook her head.

“You missed everything.”

“I know.”

“I graduated. I moved out. I came back. You weren’t there for any of it.”

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