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I opened my eyes, seeing Mom beside me.
Reborn again? Freached for her hand, then
hesitated, remembering her coldness.
But the hand reached back, intertwining with
mine, radiating warmth.
“Ashley, honey, you’re awake! Are you okay?
Does your head hurt?” I looked up, fully
conscious now. It was my real mom, her eyes
filled with love and concern.
“Mom, I’m fine,” I smiled, my heart full.
