I Adopted Twins with Disabilities After I Found Them on the Street – 12 Years Later, I Nearly Dropped the Phone When I Learned What They Did
Twelve years ago, my life changed forever on a freezing Tuesday morning at 5 a.m. I work sanitation—I drive one of those huge trash trucks, the kind that rumbles through the streets before most people are even awake. At home, my husband Steven was recovering from surgery. I had just changed his bandages, fed him, kissed his forehead, and whispered, “Text me if you need anything.” He tried to grin through the pain. “Go save the city from banana peels, Abbie,” he joked. Life was simple then. Tiring, but simple.