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.”

You left a box.”

“Same muscle.”

“I’m glad the muscle won.”

“Are you sorry I waited until the party?”

“I’m sorry I lost the years.

I’m not sorry you chose a day when your brothers were already laughing.