My Triplet Brothers Begged Me Back
For as long as I can remember, my parents were rarely home.
They dedicated almost their entire lives to pharmaceutical development and medical research.
They would often leave home for months, sometimes years at a time.
Besides our housekeeper, it was my triplet brothers—twelve years my senior—who raised me.
In elementary school, whenever I felt sad missing my parents, Matthew always noticed my dejection and gave me a puppy for companionship.
In middle school, when classmates bullied me because my parents weren't around, Daniel rushed to school without hesitation, risking arrest to beat up those who tormented me.