Blank Void
Thinking about it, she realized that there wasn’t really anything she knew for certain about her childhood. She didn’t really have any solid memories nor did they share any stories about her origins and let her know about her early life and who she really was. All she was left with was a blank void.
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But one day, this changed when her daughter handed her the milk carton from decades earlier. The second she looked down at it, she made the connection. There was no mistake, that was her. But how could this be? What had happened during her childhood?
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