It was March 30, 2017.
It was the day my little girl was born, and my husband and I were at a local health food store, working on the chicken wing.
As I was working, I was struck by a painting on the wall.
It featured the face of my son, Jake, and his twin sister, Abby.
I knew what I wanted to do.
I started crying.
“Jake, can I help you?”
I asked my husband.
“No, you can’t,” he replied.
“I’ll call your mom and she’ll call you,” he said.
We rushed over to our baby girl, who was still very young, and started painting her face.
It took us several hours to finish the picture.
We got the paint on her face and hung it up, then returned to the store to pick up more.
But the next day, I received a text from my husband: “My wife got me this picture of your face.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a painting for you,” I texted back.
“Do you want to come with me?”
“Of course, my baby!”
My husband said, smiling.
We took our daughter to the grocery store to buy supplies for Jake’s birthday party.
“He will be so happy when he sees the painting,” he texted me.
“Thank you,” my husband replied.
We hung the painting on a nearby wall and decorated it with balloons and other decorations.
The next day we took our son to the playground.
I was so excited, I ran out to him to bring the painting home.
Where’s it?” he asked me.
It’s in a drawer in the living room, and he’s holding it up to show me.
He was holding it with his left hand.
He’s also wearing a baseball cap and holding a bottle of water.
He has his finger over the paint.
I could barely believe it.
I couldn’t believe that it had been so long since we painted him.
We decided to take him to the doctor for a checkup.
The doctor took Jake’s measurements, and we gave Jake the results: He has large breasts.
He also has a thick neck and thick arms.
He had a slight nose.
Jake was diagnosed with congenital hypoplasia, which means that the tissue that connects the brain and the lungs is missing, making him a person of low intelligence.
But Jake has always been good at making friends.
I had the same feeling.
After seeing Jake’s picture on the walls, we had a chat.
“Why did you paint him?
Why did you take him in?”
I told him that I’d never done anything like this before.
“But what can I do for him?” he replied, laughing.
“You can paint him,” I told his wife.
“Of all the things he can do, I think he could make a better president.”
Jake was born on February 9, 2018.
In a few weeks, we will celebrate his birthdays with his sister Abby and his mother, Abby’s husband, and their daughters, Jake and Abby’s stepdaughter, Abby Jr., and his sister, Daisy.
And it will be the first time my husband will see Jake since he was born.
We were both surprised and grateful to have a baby that was so special to him.
I think that Jake and his siblings, along with their family, deserve better.
We would like to thank the American Cancer Society for funding the research that led to the diagnosis and the diagnosis of congenital hyperplasia.
We are grateful to Dr. John R. Wiese, of the Oregon Health & Science University, and Dr. Sarah H. Koehler, of Children’s Hospital Portland, for their help in the preparation of this story.