Because shame could not feed his daughters, and wounded pride could not buy milk.
That evening, exhausted and drenched in sweat, he stopped at a small pharmacy and explained his situation to the pharmacist. The man listened quietly, then helped him buy infant formula, basic medicine, and the few things the babies needed most. Peter carried those supplies home like treasure.
Day after day, he returned to the market with the twins tied to his chest.
It was not easy. Some days his shoulders ached so badly he could barely lift his arms. Some days the babies cried under the heat until his heart felt like it would split in two. But still, he kept going. And somehow, slowly, the impossible became routine.
Then one morning, an elderly neighbor changed their lives in a quiet way.
Her name was Mama Caro.
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