September 4, 2026

My daughter di:e:d two years ago — and last week, her school called to tell me she was sitting in the principal’s office.

“She’s very upset. Could you at least speak with her?”

Before I could refuse, I heard a shuffle — and then a small, shaky voice.

“Mommy? Please… come get me.”

The phone slipped from my hand.

It wasn’t just similar.

It was her voice.

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