Eight years after burying my only daughter, a sixteen-year-old girl entered my classroom with the same look as the teenager my daughter could have become. I told myself that the pain was playing a trick on me. Then I called the girl's parents and discovered something I had been hiding for years.
Eight years after my daughter’s death, I thought I had finally overcome my pain.
Then Lily walked into my classroom.
And for a terrible second, I thought my dead daughter had grown up without me.
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Maggie was eight when she woke up with a fever and said she felt her legs “too heavy.”
Paul and I took her straight to the Diani hospital.
And for a terrible second, I thought my dead daughter had grown up without me.
For twelve days, the doctors did all possible tests, but none led to any.
On the 12th day, Maggie passed away.
