My heart was pounding with joy of the thought that my newborn twin daughters and my loving wife were finally coming home from the hospital.

The car was filled with a bunch of balloons, and I couldn’t wait to embrace them.

The moment I stepped in the hospital, I rushed towards Suzie’s room. Callie and Jessica were in their tiny beds, but my wife was not around. I thought she went outside to catch some fresh air, but then I approached my babies and noticed a note in one of the beds.

“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”

My world collapsed. At that moment, the nurse entered the room. “Good morning, sir, here’s the discharge —” she said, but I stopped her and asked about Suzie. “She checked out this morning. She said you knew.”

Defeated, I took my babies and headed home. At the porch stood my mother. She was all smiles. “Oh, Ben, they are so beautiful,” she said and tried to take the girls, but I refused to let her have them.

“Mom, what did you do to Suzie,” I asked her. Her face went pale, but she denied ever saying anything to my wife

“Ben, I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said, looking all puzzled.

I didn’t know what to think. That evening, I recalled every aspect of Suzie’s pregnancy. She always seemed very happy, and nothing spoke trouble. And now, I was all by myself, alone and miserable.

Then, I thought of the seemingly meaningless barbs my mom would throw at Suzie. She would always laugh them off, but could she in fact be hurt by it?

Bored Daddy

Love and Peace