I became a father at 18 after my mother left my twin sisters behind — seven years later, she came back with an unexpected demand.

I never imagined becoming a parent before I was even old enough to legally drink. At eighteen, my life was supposed to be about finishing school, planning for college, and figuring out what kind of future I wanted. Instead, I found myself in a cramped apartment at three in the morning, holding one crying newborn while another screamed in a …
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