I was thirty two years old when I met a kind widower named Robert and his ten children at a local grocery store. We fell in love quickly and I soon found myself helping to raise Amanda, Derrick, Sue, Jacob, David, the quadruplets, and little Sophie. Six months later Robert proposed to me with his entire family gathered nearby. We planned a beautiful wedding but my future collapsed just one week before the ceremony. Robert vanished completely leaving behind only a short written message on the kitchen table explaining that he could no longer go through with our marriage

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