My twin brother and I have always been close in that unspoken way twins often are. We didn’t need to explain things to each other. We just knew. So when he became a father, I was genuinely happy for him. Watching him hold his daughter for the first time felt like seeing a new version of someone I’d known my whole life. When he and his wife asked me and my girlfriend, Mila, to babysit while they took a short vacation, I didn’t hesitate. Ellie was easy—soft breaths, tiny fingers, that newborn smell that makes time slow down. The house...
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