Triplets

“Triplets?” he whispered, “How are we ever going to take care of triplets?”

“Sir, I—” the doctor began.

“No, you don’t understand, I’m unemployed and my wife’s in school. We can’t afford to raise three kids.”

“I understand, sir, but—”

The man bean to cry softly. “All I ever wanted to do was take care of her. We were happy, just the two of us.”

“Sir, I…I’m sorry. She didn’t make it.”