My name is Daniel Harper.
For eighteen years, I’ve been a father. For twelve of those years, I’ve been a father doing the job of two.
My twin daughters, Hazel and Iris, were six when the accident happened. Before that day, they were unstoppable. They raced each other everywhere. They climbed trees. They danced in the kitchen. They laughed so much that sometimes I’d wake up hearing them giggling from their bedroom long after bedtime.
Then one rainy Tuesday, their mother drove them home from swim practice. A distracted driver ran a red light. The collision changed everything.
The doctors saved their lives. But both girls suffered severe spinal injuries.
Neither of them would walk again.
At least, that’s what we were told.
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