From the time they were born, I was glued to their existance. I wished they were my own. I would make it a habbit to pick them up on Fridays and return them on Sundays for most of the their toddler years.
My sister raised the girls at my Mom’s house for the most part. It was no environment for kids in my opinion, but I knew with my mom in the background they were safer than they would be just with my sister.
The girls eventually moved to a rehab with my sister in Atlanta, the weekend trips were long and usually quick, but they didn’t lessen. I would still pick them up every friday.
I am the most constant father figure in their lives and they have always been my world. I will forever be their “Uncle Daddy” and it is an honor to serve in that role for each of them.