November 27th 1971

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November 27th, 1971

Dear diary,

I saw my mommy today. I was so happy because I missed her so much.

She was sitting on the end of my bed talking to me. Somehow, she looked slightly different. Her face was the same and everything else, but her eyes looked different than before. Instead of the pretty color they once were, it was a pool of darkness. The more I looked into her eyes, the more I questioned if this is really my mom.

We sat together on my bed and she told me things. She brushed my hair lightly with her fingers, tucking a piece behind my ear. She told me things such as, "You're my special girl." "You and I, Ruby, we are so much alike." And other things. It was very comforting. It feels like this is all a dream, my mother never died as she is sitting right next to me sharing this conversation with me. I couldn't understand much of what is going on. But I ignored the questions and uncertainty, because I'm here with my mom.

"I will come back to visit you on Christmas, my dear." She told me. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared from my bed. Loneliness filled me and I felt sad. I wished she could stay forever.

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