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The Three Babies on My Porch

I still remember the sound of the doorbell.

It was 5:17 in the morning.

At first, I thought I had dreamed it. I was living above the hardware store where I worked, and nobody visited that early unless something was wrong.

The bell rang again.

I opened the door wearing an old T-shirt and sweatpants.

Three car seats sat on my porch.continue reading …