Six months later, Robert proposed at dinner with all ten children listening from the hallway. “Will you marry us?” he asked. I said yes through tears. My mother thought I was making a terrible mistake, but I didn’t listen. Those children already felt like mine.
Two weeks before the wedding, I tried on my dress while Amanda zipped it and Sophie clapped. Robert appeared in the doorway and said softly, “You look beautiful.” When I told him he wasn’t supposed to see the dress, he answered, “I know. I just wanted to remember.”
PART 2
One week before the wedding, Robert disappeared. His truck was gone, his phone was off, and no one had seen him. Then I found a note on the kitchen table that said, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.” No explanation. No goodbye.
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My mother told me to leave and let the system take the children. Relatives and friends said the same thing. They told me I was too young to throw my life away. But when I looked at those ten frightened faces around the kitchen table, I knew I could not abandon them.
At the county office, a social worker warned me that ten children were too much for one person. Still, I signed the guardianship papers. The adoptions took years, but in my heart, they became mine that day.
The first years nearly broke me. I worked at a fabric warehouse during the day and sewed uniforms at night. The children helped however they could. Amanda cooked, Derrick fixed things, Sue handled laundry, and the twins fought over chores.
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I never really dated again. Whenever a man heard “ten children,” he disappeared. But I didn’t regret my choice. Over the years, the children grew up. They became nurses, teachers, engineers, business owners, and helpers of others. Thirty years passed, and every Saturday, they came home with their own children, filling the house with noise, food, and love.
