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

Twenty-four years ago, I was a young man, deeply in love with a girl named Kira. I couldn’t imagine a day without her. We moved in together and soon got married.

I really wanted children, but Kira insisted that we needed more time for ourselves. Finally, we received the joyful news: Kira was pregnant. I couldn’t hold back tears, and when, after difficult labor, we were informed that we had triplets – two boys and a girl, I ran through the tax office corridor screaming with joy.

I went home for some things when I returned; my wife was gone. She left the children and disappeared. I called my parents; luckily, they lived nearby. Mom and Dad arrived in 15 minutes. They said they would gladly help with their grandchildren, and it was good that Kira evaporated on her own. My kids grew up very quickly.

Before I knew it, they finished school with honors. The boys are now studying law and programming, and my daughter is studying dentistry. I am extremely proud of them. They have become so mature and independent. They often help me, even financially… As you might have guessed, I never remarried: at first, there was no time to even think about it, and then there was simply no desire. A year ago, someone knocked on my door. I opened it and saw Kira, who seemed to have aged 40 years, honestly. I invited her into the house, offered tea with cookies, and regretted opening the door at all after 15 minutes. Kira initially said she realized her mistake and wanted to apologize to me and the children.
Then she said she had nowhere to live and was waiting for help from me. Later, she even demanded assistance, allocating a certain percentage of my salary each month, but for what – God knows.

I kicked Kira out of the house, told her not to appear in the children’s way if she saw only profit in them. My ex-wife filed a lawsuit against the alimony, but, of course, lost. Then, seeing her mother for the first time, my daughter said, “You know, Kira, I always envied my friends when they talked about sharing secrets with their moms, wearing their mom’s clothes, or using her cosmetics.

I always dreamed of feeling a mother’s warmth, wanting to experience having an adult friend in the family. But now, seeing what you’ve become, I can confidently say that if I had a choice, I would choose to live my life again without you… Not a day with you.”