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Anya's Point of View

"Wake up, Mommy! Wake up!" I heard the little voice said. I slowly opened and squinted when the light hits my face. I rubbed my bleary eyes and looked around me.

"Where am I?" I asked the girl in front of me, who was smiling widely.

"Who are you?" I asked her once more. She did not answer my questions. Instead, she bends down a little and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled, the sweetness and the beauty of this child.

"I love you, Mommy," she said and giggled. Mommy? Why did he call me Mommy? She...