They weren’t supposed to be mine — but I chose them every single day 🤍.

My name is Silas Monroe.
The twins, Bram and Elara, were born the same day I lost my sister 💔.
There was no plan. No time to think.
I stayed — and from that moment on, it was us.

Midnight bottles 🍼.
Early school mornings 🎒.
Scraped knees, homework nights, braided hair, and quiet promises that everything would be okay.

They called me “Uncle Dad.”
I never corrected them.

People judged my tattoos, my rough hands, the way I looked.
Even a court once doubted me.
But the kids never did.

I was there for every fall, every fear, every small victory.
I didn’t raise perfect kids — I raised good people.

Now Bram is a doctor 🩺.
Elara is a police officer 🚓.

And I stand here as the proudest Uncle Dad there ever was ❤️.