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The Making of Harry Potter, Leavesden, UK 2014

The Making of Harry Potter, Leavesden, UK 2014

WRITING PROMPT NO. 181

“They look so alike,” said Judy, wonder in her voice. “Are they all identical?”

Miriam looked at her triplet babies, two boys and a girl. She looked at Judy.

“Two boys and a girl. So, no,” she said a sharpness rising as her words came out.

“Oh, yes. Of course,” said Judy. A pink flush rose in her cheeks.

Miriam tucked a blanket up around the chins of her babies. Her eyes were rimmed red and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail hiding the fact she hadn’t washed in several days. She’d had no idea she was pregnant with three until the day they were born. The shock had been profound. She’d had no scans, no prenatal appointments just a growing unease that she was larger than she thought was normal.

“And you didn’t know you were having them?” said Judy dunking tea-bags into mugs of hot water. “Why didn’t you have any scans?”

“I don’t know,” said Miriam. “I was scared, I guess. He left as soon as he found out. What if one of them has his nose?” she added as an after-thought.

“You should’ve taken better care of yourself,” said Judy. “I wish you’d told me.”

“I know,” said Miriam staring at the floor.

Judy placed a mug of hot tea in front of her and sat down opposite her friend. She reached over and took Miriam’s hand in her own.

“You’ll be okay,” she said. “You’re a fabulous mum. I’d love to have you as mine.”

Miriam smiled, her shoulders shaking with a giggle.

“Thanks, Jude,” she said. “For coming here. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

As if on cue, one of the babies began to cry.

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