Our Triplets Were Raised Identically
1. Identical Trio
Raising our triplets—Max, Ben, and Eli—was like “raising one soul in three bodies.” They were inseparable, even needing color-coded bowties—blue, teal, red—to tell them apart.
2. Eli’s Memories
A few weeks ago, Eli (Teal) began waking up in tears—not from dreams, but “memories.” He asked about “the old house with the red door” and “Mrs. Langley,” who “always gave me peppermints.” None of these things existed in our lives.
3. Unsettling Specifics
One night, Eli said, “I miss Dad’s old Buick. The green one with the dented bumper.” We’ve never owned a green Buick. When Marcie suggested he’d dreamed it, he insisted, “No. I remember it. The red door had a squeak… Mom would tell me not to slam it.” But he wasn’t talking to me when he said “Mom.”
4. Drawings and Concern
Eli started drawing the same detailed house repeatedly. We began documenting everything, unsure whether this was imagination—or something deeper.
