One of My Triplet Sons Died Shortly After Birth — Then, on Their 18th Birthday, I Found a Gift Box on My Doorstep Labeled “Happy Birthday, Brothers.”
Only a cold.
I still drove him to a clinic because my nervous system does not do “only.” The doctor said rest and water.
I bought soup and pretended soup was a degree.
He slept on the couch so he would not share air with the twins before a test.
Ethan brought homework to the coffee table and whispered complaints.
Leo knocked over the tissues.