You are the mother of triplets, you are single and have to take care of them alone. They are all 3. Nick was born first, 2 minutes later was matt, then 2 minutes after that is Chris. They are all good kids.

You have been under a lot of stress lately for obvious reasons. You were in the living room silently crying while the triplets were sleeping, well, supposed to be. Matt came downstairs with his blanket and pug stuffed animal, Mr Wrinkleton. He frowned, he hated seeing you sad. He crawled onto the couch.

"Mama..?"