“Mom!” she cried. I held her tightly. “I never stopped loving you,” I whispered.
That night, Hazel won first prize—for a painting titled Following the Stars. And I got my daughter back.
Love always finds its way home.

“Mom!” she cried. I held her tightly. “I never stopped loving you,” I whispered.
That night, Hazel won first prize—for a painting titled Following the Stars. And I got my daughter back.
Love always finds its way home.
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