Woman Brought Newborn Twins to the Airport to Meet Their Father for the First Time – Someone Else Arrived Instead

I tied three balloons to their stroller.

One for me and one for each of our girls.

    At the airport, I tracked his final connecting flight on my phone.

The little airplane crossed the screen.

Then the board changed.

“LANDED.”

People rushed toward the doors.

A boy ran into his father’s arms.

    A woman dropped her flowers to embrace her husband.

I kept looking for Jeremy.

I’d rehearsed this moment a hundred times.

Jeremy would see the girls first.

He would crouch beside their stroller, and I would pretend not to cry while he tried to decide which daughter to pick up.

    I had even practiced saying their names together.

So he could tell them apart.

Now the balloons floated above two empty spaces where his hands should have been.