Laughter, princess dresses and tea parties. My childhood was amazing. I didn't have to worry about making friends, I was born with two. So I knew there was always going to be someone at my birthday parties. Even if they'd be wearing the same dress as me but in a different color, just as their crowns would be. Even if they'd have my eyes, my nose, my dimpled smile and their hair made in the same style as mine.

Growing up with kids my age around all the time was great. Mom took a lot of pictures of us that she used to taunt our relatives at family gatherings. We loved to switch clothes and have people call us by the wrong names, everyone but mom. She always knew.

"Give it up my little flowers".

She'd always chide while gently patting our heads.

We hated being called flowers but mom had since made sure we were stuck with it when she named us;  Dahlia, Daisy and Rose. She had decided on the names the day the scan revealed she was having triplets, our dad didn't have a say in the matter.

We were taught to stick together, regardless of our differences. We were to be the flowers that gave beauty to our family's garden but beauty attracts, the good, the bad and the deadly.

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I'm not gonna lie, I'm scared for this one.
I hope above all things that you feel everything I felt writing this because above all, it was fun.
Welcome🐷