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waving. Junie squeezed my hand as we walked toward the entrance.

“There she is!” she whispered, eyes wide.

“Where?”

Junie pointed. “By the big tree, Mom! See? That’s her mom, and that lady’s with them again!”

“There she is!”

I followed my daughter’s gaze and my breath caught. A little girl, Junie’s mirror image, stood by a woman in a navy coat. The woman’s continue reading …