I am unprepared. How could anyone prepare for this? They called me at 2:30. Woke me out of a sound sleep. No good call comes at that ungodly hour.

“Mrs. Brown? We have your daughter. You need to come.”

I dressed. Grabbed her teddy bear. Walked out the door.

They escorted me to the morgue. I was told I would have to identify her body. I haven’t seen her in twelve years. Will I recognize her?

“Where did you find her? Do you know where she’s been?”

No answers. How could there be answers?

“Yes. Oh, God, yes. My baby!”
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this is for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 word challenge: NOTHING. The bear pictured is my childhood bear. He got me through many a tear fest as I grew up and is at least 60 years old (as I am 64).