The woman held the little girl close while the noise of the station faded into the background.<\/p>\n
“Can you tell me your name, sweetheart?” she asked gently.<\/p>\n
The child wiped her tears with trembling fingers.<\/p>\n
“Emma,” she whispered.<\/p>\n
“And your mommy?”<\/p>\n
Emma’s lip quivered.<\/p>\n
“She told me to stay by the benches\u2026 but she never came back.”<\/p>\n
The woman’s heart sank.<\/p>\n
How long had this child been alone?<\/p>\n
She brushed damp hair away from Emma’s face.<\/p>\n
“We’ll find her, okay? I promise.”<\/p>\n
Emma nodded weakly.<\/p>\n
Then suddenly she looked down at the old pink teddy bear in her lap.<\/p>\n
“Mr. Buttons knows where Mommy is.”<\/p>\n
The woman smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
“Oh, does he?”<\/p>\n
Emma nodded again.<\/p>\n
“Mommy hid something inside him.”<\/p>\n
Confused, the woman examined the worn bear.<\/p>\n
One side felt strangely stiff.<\/p>\n
Carefully, she unzipped a small opening hidden beneath its faded ribbon.<\/p>\n
Something slipped into her hand.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
The moment she saw it\u2014<\/p>\n
her breath stopped.<\/p>\n
The picture showed a younger version of herself.<\/p>\n
Standing beside another woman.<\/p>\n
And in that woman’s arms\u2026<\/p>\n
was a newborn baby wrapped in a pink blanket.<\/p>\n
The suitcase she had abandoned lay forgotten on the floor.<\/p>\n
Her hands began to shake.<\/p>\n
“No\u2026” she whispered.<\/p>\n
Tears filled her eyes.<\/p>\n
Because she recognized the woman in the photograph.<\/p>\n
Her younger sister.<\/p>\n
The sister who had vanished eight years ago.<\/p>\n
Slowly, she looked back at the frightened little girl still clutching the teddy bear.<\/p>\n
And for the first time since kneeling beside her\u2014<\/p>\n
the woman wasn’t looking at a stranger anymore.<\/p>\n
She was looking at family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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