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Rain blurred my view of the house\u2014the same house where I once tucked Hazel into bed, where she ran into my arms. But now, I was just a visitor.\n Three years ago, cancer stole my strength, my hair, my ability to care for her. Nathan promised it was temporary\u2014Hazel would stay with him until I recovered. But as treatments dragged on, visits became rare.\n At first, Hazel sent me letters, crayon scribbles filled with love. “I love you, Mommy.” Then, the calls stopped. The letters stopped. And one day, I received an envelope\u2014custody papers. Nathan had convinced the court it was best for her. I was too weak to fight.\n Now, I was finally strong enough to be back. But when I knocked, Sara\u2014Nathan\u2019s new wife\u2014answered with a pitying smile.\n \u201cNathan took Hazel to the fair,\u201d she said.\n \u201cBut today is my day.\u201d\n Sara hesitated. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t ask about you anymore. She calls me \u2018Mom\u2019 now.\u201d\n The words hit like a punch, but I refused to believe them. I turned and drove straight to the fair.\n The fair buzzed with life\u2014music, laughter, flashing lights\u2014but I only had one focus.\n Then, I saw her. Hazel. Holding Nathan\u2019s hand.\n “Hazel!”\n She turned, eyes wide.\n \u201cBaby, it\u2019s me!\u201d I stepped forward, arms open. But she didn\u2019t run to me.\n People were staring. A gust of wind brushed my scalp. My wig was gone.\n Hazel clutched Nathan\u2019s sleeve, shrinking away. “You’re not my mom,” she whispered. “You’re just a bald lady.”\n The words shattered me.\n That night, I sat alone, clutching Hazel\u2019s old teddy bear. When had she stopped loving me?\n Desperate, I scrolled online until I found it\u2014her school\u2019s art contest. I clicked.\n There it was. Her painting: a sky full of stars.\n Our story. The one I used to tell her\u2014about a little girl who followed the stars to find her way home.\n She hadn\u2019t forgotten.\n I grabbed my phone. \u201cI need help. We have two days.\u201d\n The school auditorium was packed. Hazel sat beside Sara, unaware of what was coming.\n The lights dimmed. The screen flickered. Then, my voice filled the room.\n “Hi, my love. It\u2019s Mommy.”\n Gasps rippled through the audience as clips of us played\u2014laughing, baking, spinning in autumn leaves.\n Then, letters. Dozens of them.\n Hazel stiffened. “Why didn\u2019t I get these?”\n Sara paled. “I\u2026 I thought it was better this way.”\n Hazel pulled away. Searching. Then, she saw me.\n For a moment, she froze. Then, she ran.\n I barely had time to open my arms before she crashed into me, sobbing.\n “Mom,” she whispered.\n Tears streamed down my face. “I never stopped loving you.”\n Nathan approached, his face unreadable. 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