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Avery

... chatted and other times we did not. She was still not showing when the term ended. I stopped her one day and asked if she would be willing to let me know how everything turned out. She said that was fine and I made sure she had my phone number and address before we parted ways. She moved back home to parts unknown to me. About 10 months later, I received a text from a blocked number that said, “Baby was born healthy and strong. Thank you so much. Surgery was a success; I’m cancer free. Hope you are well. Take care.” I’d hoped that she would at least tell me it was a boy or girl and what she named the baby, but I suppose it was none of my business. ******************************************************************************************************************* I snapped back to reality. “Who are these girls?” I asked. Avery looked at the picture and said, “The young one on the end is my aunt, I don’t know the girl next to her or these two, but the one in the center is my Mom.” I said, “Oh that must be why she looks familiar to me: you look a lot like her.” While it was true Avery looked a lot like her mom, I was afraid that MAYBE that wasn’t exactly why her mom looked familiar to me. Her mother looked just like Noreen! But that couldn’t be; could it? Avery said her father died in a car accident. But maybe Noreen just told her that to explain why there was no father around. My mind was racing now. I was doing the math in my head of how old I was when I ‘helped Noreen’. I ...

... ran the numbers several times and each time, no matter how I looked at it, the date came out to right about Avery’s birthday. I was trying again and again to make it come out differently in my head, but nine months equals nine months no matter how you look at it. Maybe I was remembering it wrong! That was over 20 years ago now. “What was your mom’s name?” I asked hoping it would be anything but Noreen. My wife answered, “Her name was Noreen. Pretty name, huh?” My head went numb and my voice echoed in my brain as I found myself saying, “Yeah; it’s a beautiful name.” Was it even possible that I had met, fallen in love, and then MARRIED my own biological daughter? I had FOUR children with her! We were talking about having another one, too! Somehow I had always imagined that Noreen had a little boy, not that there was a shred of evidence to suggest that. And was this why Avery was so much like me—because she was my DAUGHTER? My head was swimming. Maybe it’s still a coincidence! There was more than one person named Noreen in the world, after all. And they say everyone has a ‘twin’ out there somewhere! I was grasping at straws and I knew it. “How did she die? You never told me and I didn’t want to ask before—it seemed a touchy subject before.” Avery said, “I used to feel like it was my fault and I couldn’t talk about it for a long time.” “How would it be your fault? What happened?” Avery became a bit sad and her aunt filled in the blanks for her. “Noreen was diagnosed with ovarian ...