That's what struck me. I'm youngest of seven, so I'm used to lots of people around. I have trouble imaging kids who are only children, especially in this day and age of "play dates" because you can't just walk down the block to your friend's house when you're only six years old -- if you're lucky enough to have a friend on the block about the same age. Anyway, do you feel lucky that Mommy chose me not to kill? Do you feel sad that someone else isn't there to share your good times and bad times?
TS
No doubt, the boy in this story will be told all about his missing twin brothers/sisters and whatever justification this alien excuse for a mother will give for it - and every day his life will be filled with wondering how much better his life would've been if only he'd had his twins with him. Twins, triplets are a special gift, a rarely given gift from our Maker. Why couldn't she have let them live and given them to a couple who would've cherished them?
I don't have any words for a "father" that would've sat meekly in the doctors office as two of his children were executed. Manhood seems to be a vanishing quality.