Most people think the hardest part of rebuilding your life is surviving the first loss.
They’re wrong.
The hardest part is believing you deserve something better the second time around.
When my sister died, I didn’t hesitate. I took in her twin girls, Selena and Mika. I already had my son, Harry. Overnight, I became a mother of three.
There were no fairy-tale moments. Just early alarms, hand-me-down backpacks, and grocery lists calculated down to the cent. I wasn’t looking for romance. I was trying to keep everyone afloat.
