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They had been reunited with their families, mothers and fathers holding little number placards and 4400's looking for their matches. It was like a matching game you played with children, except you didn't know if your number was out there.
Denise looked all over, finally seeing an elderly couple with her number, twenty-seven, standing off to the side. At first she didn't recognize them, an old woman with long silver hair, and an elderly balding man, but realization hit her like a ball peen hammer. Her mothers eyes were the same, a little worn, with some wrinkles around the edges, but the same bright blue, and her father still had that upright stature about him and a aura about him that just oozed age and farm work.
"Mom," she called, instantly realizing that they couldn't hear her over the din. However, her mothers head twisted with recognition at the sound of her voice. Suddenly, her father pointed over the crowd, a finger pointed directly at his daughter.
"Denise!" he yelled, a path cleared before him as he fought to her side, "my little girl. We thought you were dead. It's been so long." He wrapped his arms around her.
It felt so good to be home.