I felt my heart stiffen for fear of the sacrifice I was called to. So hard it would have been to keep them alive. Disabled twins. No one to help me. I was strong, but not that strong. In my hand I held an axe. I knew what it was for. The axe flashed brightly before me like a savior, Blinding me in my desperation. I knew what must be done. I must make a different kind of sacrifice.