They were born just six minutes apart and almost never separated. Lily loved to remind everyone that she was the oldest, while Ben always laughed and said six minutes they didn’t count.
But one day, our normal life came to an end.
Lily started to get tired very quickly, had a fever at night and lost her appetite. At first I thought it was just a virus.
But after several tests, the doctor made my husband, Chris, and me in his office sit down and spoke the word that no father wants to hear.
Lily had cancer.
I looked for Chris' hand.
He pushed her away immediately.
The next morning, his suitcase was by the front door.
Do you really leave?
Chris didn't even look me in the eye.
I can’t live every day between hospitals. I can't see her suffer.
