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

I looked at the babies in his arms. They were so small and fragile.

“You can’t do this. This isn’t your responsibility,” I whispered, tears burning in my eyes.

“Then whose is it?” Josh shot back. “Dad’s? He already proved he doesn’t care. What if Sylvia doesn’t make it, Mom? What happens to these babies then?”

“We take them back to the hospital right now. This is too much.”

“Mom, please…”

“No.” My voice was firmer now. “Get your shoes on. We’re going back.”

The drive to Mercy General was suffocating. Josh sat in the back seat with the twins, one on each side of him in the baskets we’d hastily grabbed from the garage.

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