Tucker was born breach, the last of the set of triplets. One brother, one sister. He fit into the palm of my hand. I had to rub his little chest to get him to breath. And from that moment on I was in love .
Tucker’s dad had died just weeks before he was born. He was the only one who looked just like his daddy.
Tucker’s daddy was named Burnley. He had a little red cup I kept on my night stand he drank water out of at night . When Tucker was born, not ever having met his daddy, and not knowing about the cup he went to the side of the bed and whined at the cup for a drink . Just as if he knew what that was for .