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I hear my necklace break, in the same way a vivid dream can startle you awake, I am suddenly wide-eyed.
I glance around but before I can register where exactly I am, I notice a small heaviness on my chest.
I blink, look down, and there she is, clutching the chain of my necklace in her impossibly small fist. Here in the quiet calm of the early morning, I finally meet my daughter for the first time. It takes a minute for me to determine I’m no longer deep in dreamland. This is in fact, real. SHE is real.