The Triplet Girls Ran Across the Piazza to Hug a Homeless Woman—Then She Looked at Their Mother and Said, “They Have My Daughter’s Eyes”
The three little girls ran before Sophie Marlowe could stop them. One second, Lily, Lucy, and Ella were beside her in their identical baby-blue dresses, holding hands near the edge of the old European piazza. The next second, they were gone. Tiny shoes tapping against wet stone. White socks flashing. Soft curls bouncing as they…
