My wife gave birth to triplets, and I shouted with joy. But soon it became clear that she left the children and disappeared. My daughter’s words in court after 24 years pierced me to tears.

Twenty-four years ago, I was a young guy, madly in love with a girl named Kira. We got together, but soon after, we divorced. Despite my strong desire for children, Kira insisted we needed more time for ourselves. Eventually, we received joyful news: Kira was pregnant. Overwhelmed with happiness, I couldn’t hold back tears when

we learned it was triplets – two boys and a girl.

I went home to get some things after the delivery, and when I returned, my wife was gone. She had left the children and disappeared. I called my parents, luckily living nearby. They arrived in 15 minutes, willing to help with the grandchildren. My kids grew up rapidly, excelling in school. The boys are now studying law and programming, while my daughter is pursuing dentistry. I am immensely proud of them.

I never remarried – initially, there was no time to think about it, and later, no desire. A year ago, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Kira, aged beyond her years. I invited her in, regretting it within 15 minutes.
Kira first apologized, claiming to understand her mistake, then said she had nowhere to live and sought financial help from me for reasons unclear.

I kicked Kira out, instructing her to stay away from my children if she saw them only as a source of profit. She took legal action against me, but predictably lost. When my daughter saw her for the first time, she expressed resentment, stating she would choose to relive her life without Kira if given the chance. Not a day with you, she said.