So I said, “Yes, that one, good eye,” and I put the cereal in the cart, and I let myself be called the truest thing I would ever be called, and I never once corrected any of them again.

Chapter 6 — Rosie, Frankie, Tess

People assume triplets are three copies of one child.

They are not.

They are three entirely separate people who happen to have arrived on the same day, and mine made that clear before they could walk.

Rosie was the tender one, the one who felt everything all the way down.