cried when I realized it was our first actual vacation.
They thought I was crying because the hotel room overlooked the water.
I didn’t tell them the truth.
I was crying because for years I had been terrified that simply keeping everyone alive was the most I would ever accomplish.
But somehow we had built a life.
And the triplets…
They were nothing alike.
Amara was observant and stubborn.
She could walk into a room, say almost nothing, and know exactly who was upset with whom.
She loved books, drawing, and correcting people’s grammar.
Andy was born with a joke permanently loaded in his mouth.
He could make friends in a grocery store checkout line.
Teachers loved him despite constantly writing, “Andrew needs to remember that not every thought must be shared immediately.”
Ashton was quieter.
He liked taking things apart to see how they worked.
Clocks.
Old radios.
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