The morning after I found two abandoned twin girls in the woods and brought them home, I woke to strange sounds coming from my daughter Emma’s room. My stomach dropped. Emma was so fragile from her cancer treatments, and the thought of strangers near her made my heart race. I rushed in—and froze. Willow and Isabelle, the twins, stood beside Emma’s bed in makeshift costumes, silk scarves tied as capes and a cardboard wand wrapped in foil. But what stopped me in my tracks was Emma.
