I took in the nine daughters my first love left behind, convinced I was giving them a future. I never imagined they were the ones holding onto a past that would change everything I believed.
My name is Daryl, and this is my story.
Since high school, there had only ever been one woman I loved—Charlotte. But we were never meant to be together.
Years later, she passed away at just 35, leaving behind her nine daughters—half-sisters—with no one willing to take them in. Charlotte had them over time with four different men. None of the fathers stepped up. Two had died, one was in prison, and the other had left the country.
The truth was, none of them ever wanted to be fathers.
We were never meant to be together.
When I found out what had happened to Charlotte and her children through an old high school friend who had kept me updated on her life, I couldn’t turn my back. I had already met her daughters before.
