I was thirty-two when I met Robert and his ten children in a grocery store.
He was a widower raising an enormous family alone, and something about them immediately drew me in—especially little Sophie, his toddler daughter, who reached for me the first time we met.
Robert and I fell in love quickly, but I fell in love with his children too…. Continue Reading ⬇️
Amanda, Derrick, Sue, twins Jacob and David, Sophie, and the others gradually became part of my everyday life. Six months later, during a family dinner, Robert proposed.
My mother, Helen, was horrified.
She warned me that marrying a man with ten children would destroy my future.
I didn’t care.
I loved Robert, and I already thought of those children as family.
Then, one week before our wedding, I woke up to silence.
Robert was gone.
On the kitchen table was a short note saying he couldn’t marry me.
