There were three of them.
Triplets.
All girls, all beautiful.
All with short hair that grew slowly.
Their father loved them more than himself.
He loved them so much, he never wanted them to give their love away to a man that would try to unlock them with the key to his heart.
For their mother had given her love away to another man who had unlocked her.
He told them the day they could love someone else, was the day their hair touched the floor.
But their hair was short and grew slowly—like their mother’s had.
They waited their whole lives for their hair to touch the floor.
Their father died. They kept waiting to keep their promise to him.
So the day came when they were old and frail.
Their hair touched the floor and they gave their love away to a man who unlocked them with the key to his heart.
He had been the same one to unlock their mother
and he was called Death.