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I open my eyes, and Willow's

worried gaze locks on mine. I gasp when

I realize that she's right in front of me.

Her curls wild, her face streaked with

tears. She is so beautiful. My hands fly

up and around her. I squeeze her so

hard she yelps. When I open my eyes

again, my hands drop. Because standing

behind, my daughter is… "Who are you?"