At just five years old little Ryder Wells has been through more horror than most would experience in a lifetime 😢 Please don’t move around without looking at him now in the photos in comment ❤️ Full story⬇️

At just five years old little Ryder Wells has been through more horror that most would experience in a lifetime. Against all the odds the youngster from North Carolina survived a brutal attack by two rottweilers while visiting family for Thanksgiving in 2015. He was just 21 months old when the two 100-pound dogs attacked…

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OUR TRIPLETS WERE RAISED THE SAME WAY 👶👶👶 UNTIL ONE STARTED SAYING THINGS HE SHOULDN’T KNOW 😳 Everyone always joked we’d need color-coded bowties just to tell them apart. So we did—blue, teal, and red. Three perfect little copies, right down to the dimples. They finished each other’s sentences, had their own language, shared everything. It felt like raising one soul in three bodies. But a few weeks ago, Teal—Eli—started waking up crying. Not from nightmares. From what he called memories. He’d say things like, “Remember the old house with the red door?” We’ve never had a red door. Or, “Why don’t we see Mrs. Langley anymore? She always gave me peppermints.” We don’t know anyone named Langley. Last night ⬇️ (Full story in the comments) 👇

Everyone always joked that we’d need color-coded bowties just to tell them apart. So we did—blue, teal, red. Three perfect little copies, right down to the dimples….