They sat close together, just like they always had.
Three sisters. Triplets. Ninety-nine years of shared mornings, shared secrets, shared strength. Their hair had turned the same soft silver, and time had etched similar lines around their eyes—but their smiles were still unmistakably the same ones they’d worn as children.
Carefully, they held an old photograph between them. In it, three little girls laughed without worry, mouths open mid-giggle, dresses matching, futures unknown. Back then, the world was wide and mysterious. Wars would come. Loves would be lost. Joy would return again and again. Through everything, they had each other. Continue reading…
