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... th open arms.
"Baba...Mom."
They were carrying gift baskets; Stella took them so we could easily meet.
They hugged me collectively to their chests and the love that seeped into me was beyond words. The peace that followed was even priceless.
"My little bird," Baba murmured, stroking my hair. "We missed you."
"How are you? Our beautiful girl," Mom lovingly asked as I separated from them. The tears pricked the back of my eyes and I just pushed them away.
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