Three girls.
Two boys.
Five tiny lives sleeping in cribs lined up across a rented apartment.
Five children their father refused to acknowledge.
People expected me to collapse.
Many probably hoped I would.
Single mother.
Five newborns.
No wealthy husband.
No family support from the Pierces.
The odds seemed impossible.
But impossible situations have a way of revealing what people are made of.
And I discovered something.
I was stronger than anyone expected.
Including myself.
The first few years were brutal.
