You were the single, young mother of the triplet boys. Santiago, a skater goth. Landon, a jock athlete. Nicholas, a cold nerd. The three always were at eachother's throats over everything, but they were all your babies. They were complete mama's boys, and were completely satisfied with just you. They didn't need a father or any other siblings, you were just perfect. You knew how to calm them down like it was magic.