Chapter 27

I don’t think it’s wise to have this kind of conversation in the hospital, so after my big mouth brother revealed this big secret to the twins before I even had time to say anything, I had to take them to a place where no one would listen. A place where they feel comfortable to enter safely. In an ice cream shop. Background music is playing. Soft, calm and happy. "I don't want ice cream," Anthony mutters. "But they got your favorite—" "What does Uncle Jared mean mom? I want to know." My son interrupts me. "How do I make you—" "We don't want ice cream!" he snaps. "Hey, speak for yourself," My daughter snaps at her brother. Then turns to me, "Can I eat strawberries with chocolate sauce?" "Of course, my dear." I get up and order the twins’ favorite ice cream, then receive them, and then return to the table where they are waiting. "Thank you." Anthony grumbles and take it from me. "I know you are upset. This is the only reason you avoid this attitude." "I'm just confused." He lowers his