22 August 2026

On Their 18th Birthday of My Triplets

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Then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it, hon,” I said, wiping frosting from my thumb.

Watson glanced toward the yard. “Probably another kid who forgot which gate to use.”

I opened the front door, expecting a teenager with a gift bag and grass on his shoes.

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