When Andrea first saw us, it was love at first sight, and the feeling was entirely mutual.

We were related when Andrea adopted us and seamlessly began referring to her as our mother.

She made us feel loved, which is something we've never previously experienced other than

among ourselves.

Andrea, or mommy, as we popularly referred to her, gave us new everything, clothes, toys, and friends

to play with, even our own room in the beautiful condo where we lived.

Her friends always made a big fuss over us whenever they visited, complimenting on how cute

we locked in our matching outfits.

Their favorites were these light orange shirts and dark blue suspenders that had light pink

hearts which displayed our abbreviated names.

Andy, Randy and Sandy.

The fact that Mommy made them herself are why those outfits were so meaningful and made us

really excited whenever she picked them out for us to wear.

We especially enjoyed when any of mommy's friends came over with kids her own age.

We'd have so much fun spending hours playing games like House and Hide and Seek, but my favorites were the ones made up on the spot.

She had confined her deepest secrets and lamented about her problems whenever she slept in

our room or vice versa.

Always saying how much it meant for us to just listen.

Mommy even took us to a job a few times,

where we received nothing but compliments from her coworkers.

We grew extremely attached to Andrea during those first few months, the new mommy's sentiment

were the same.

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