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It's really weird when you wake up one morning and realize your loved when you're whole life had been filled with horror after horror and the world seemed to betray you. And then suddenly out of nowhere someone comes and they love you and even if they are there for a single moment you know that they will love you till they die. Sydney and Michael and even Uncle Weiss would always love me, they had always loved me, and seeing them for the first time astounded me, because love only excised in movies and fairy tales. Reality dose not include happiness and love. Yet only I seemed to understand that the world is not the kind fluffy bunny rabbit other children my age believed it to be.

I had never had a safety net holding me at night or comforting me when I longed for the lie telling me that everything I thought existed, didn't and that everything would be alright. And finally as I opened my eyes, someone was there for me, someone is there for me, to hole me and comfort me, to love me. Someone was there, someone was holding my hand, her head asleep on my bed, and I knew now that the childhood I never had was finally going to return to me. Someone would be with me forever, and I simply smiled and waited peacefully for my mother to wake up.

"Hey," A small voice whispered to my dazed mind.

I quietly returned the greeting with happiness edging in my mind.

I looked to see my mother's fluttering eyes open and close. She smiled tiredly at me and I at her. "Sleep alright babes?"

If possible my smile grew wider and I nodded my head. I loved my mother... it seems odd though, I love someone, and that someone is my mother... my mother. I have a mother, and a father. I have such things I never had before, and never thought I would. "Did you?"

"I slept wonderfully my dear!" Mother, it seems such an odd word, smiled brighter then before and I thought vaguely if it was normal for someone to smile that wide and bright.

"That's good!"

"Yah it is. I think I slept better under your watchful eyes!"

"I think so!"

And then another streak of silence came and I wished I knew what to say to my own mother, but it just felt so strange to be with her. But at the same time it felt extremely normal and comfortable. I loved it.

"You're coming home today," Mother told me, and a mixture of emotions raced to me. But one thing stuck in my mind... I had a home. My roots were planted and I wouldn't travel any farther. I had a home.

"Thank you," I whispered, barely knowing I had spoken out loud.

"For what?"

"For loving me."

My mother, my, mine, she stood up from the chair she was resting on and found a new seat at my side on the bed. Her eyes never left me and drilled into me searching for emotion and reason. After several minutes she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my forehead. I leaned into her and inwardly I wished to never move. We stayed this was in silence for well over and hour just enjoying each other's warmth and presence.

Mother finally broke the silence. "So tell me about yourself, I have to learn everything that's happened in the last seven years!"

I knew not what to say. What I knew about myself was made up of lies and half-facts. So I decided to tell her the tiny bit of facts I did know about myself, simple things, like what I liked, things I can do, things that all of my identities also did, and like, because I was them, and they were me.

"I like to read, fantasy mostly, where the bad guys always die and the good guys always prevail. I like the stories that tell of a reality that simply does not exist in this world, because of all the evil and hate. I read the tales of happiness and love with no hardship and pain. I love the stories that suck me into a universe where I can escape the world that I live in and reach some point of joy and hope. I like to read them, because for those moments that I read them I can pretend that the world we live in really is like that."

"It is Gabrielle," Mother told me with such a serious voice and I wondered if her sincerity was honestly telling me the fact of this world. "It really is, cause if it wasn't, then how would I be here with you, when I had never thought I'd ever get to see your beautiful face again?"

"I guess. I just never knew someone cared; my life had been corrupted long ago. I can not remember when my life was filled with joy or laughter, if in fact it ever was."

"Baby, your life is now."

And I chose my next words carefully afraid if said something wrong everything would vanish and I would wake back up to be Sarah or someone else. And quietly I told my mother. "It's starting to be."

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