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“Mommy, why don’t they look at me?”
“What do you mean, dearest?” a young woman replied absentmindedly as she pulled a box of cereal off of the shelf. Quickly she scanned the ingredients and placed it in the cart.
“They look in my direction, but they never see me. That man over there- he just walked right through me. I felt him, saw him… But Mommy, that man didn’t see me.”
“Nonsense, dearest. They just ignore you because you are a little child,” the slender brunette said looking down. Her voice was slightly strained. It always concerned her when Emmy spoke like that.
“No, Mommy. You’re not listening! They don’t see me!”
“Please, Emmy, don’t raise your voice.”
“But you’re not listening!”
“Emmy-“
A tall, dark-haired woman glanced at the young mother with a concerned expression on her face. Anne smiled apologetically. “Six year old children- right?” The woman’s eyes widened and she quickly turned the cart around and walked away.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, Emmy?”
“Why did that woman give you that look?”
“I really don’t know, dearest. Perhaps she doesn’t approve of my parenting skills,” Anne replied walking forward. “I think we’re ready to check out, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy…” the voice came back quietly.
Anne looked behind her. Emmy was nowhere in sight. “Emmy? Where did you go? She quickly walked around the corner. No sign of the child. Emmy? Emmy!” All of a sudden Anne went into full panic. She left the cart where it was and hurried down the isles. “Emmy! Where are you?” People stopped and stared at the brunette as she hurried about, looking for her daughter. Finally Anne went to customer service. “Please, you’ve got to help me. I can’t find my daughter! She was with me just a moment ago-“
“Please, calm down ma’am. What is your daughter’s name?”
“Emmy. Emmy Walters.”
“What does she look like?” the woman at the desk asked in an almost bored tone.
Anne’s panic mounted with each passing moment. “She’s six years old. Here hair’s a light reddish-brown… She-she’s wearing a-a purple dress.”
“Calm down, she couldn’t have gotten far. I’ll help you look for her.”
“Anne!” A tall man with jet-black hair hurried up to them. “Anne, dearest- I’ve been worried sick. Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for two whole days!”
Anne looked up at the man, worry still plain on her face. “Oh, John, is Emmy with you?”
The man’s face instantly turned grave. “Anne, Anne, dearest…” He hugged her close. “Emmy’s dead.”
Anne’s eyes widened as she pulled away. “No, she’s not! Emmy was just right here with me…only a moment ago!”
Sadness filled John’s face as he looked at his little wife. “Anne, when will you see? It’s been two years, now…”

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“Mommy, why don’t they look at me?”
“What do you mean, dearest?” a young woman replied absentmindedly as she pulled a box of cereal off of the shelf. Quickly she scanned the ingredients and placed it in the cart.
“They look in my direction, but they never see me. That man over there- he just walked right through me. I felt him, saw him… But Mommy, that man didn’t see me.”
“Nonsense, dearest. They just ignore you because you are a little child,” the slender brunette said looking down. Her voice was slightly strained. It always concerned her when Emmy spoke like that.
“No, Mommy. You’re not listening! They don’t see me!”
“Please, Emmy, don’t raise your voice.”
“But you’re not listening!”
“Emmy-“
A tall, dark-haired woman glanced at the young mother with a concerned expression on her face. Anne smiled apologetically. “Six year old children- right?” The woman’s eyes widened and she quickly turned the cart around and walked away.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, Emmy?”
“Why did that woman give you that look?”
“I really don’t know, dearest. Perhaps she doesn’t approve of my parenting skills,” Anne replied walking forward. “I think we’re ready to check out, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy…” the voice came back quietly.
Anne looked behind her. Emmy was nowhere in sight. “Emmy? Where did you go? She quickly walked around the corner. No sign of the child. Emmy? Emmy!” All of a sudden Anne went into full panic. She left the cart where it was and hurried down the isles. “Emmy! Where are you?” People stopped and stared at the brunette as she hurried about, looking for her daughter. Finally Anne went to customer service. “Please, you’ve got to help me. I can’t find my daughter! She was with me just a moment ago-“
“Please, calm down ma’am. What is your daughter’s name?”
“Emmy. Emmy Walters.”
“What does she look like?” the woman at the desk asked in an almost bored tone.
Anne’s panic mounted with each passing moment. “She’s six years old. Here hair’s a light reddish-brown… She-she’s wearing a-a purple dress.”
“Calm down, she couldn’t have gotten far. I’ll help you look for her.”
“Anne!” A tall man with jet-black hair hurried up to them. “Anne, dearest- I’ve been worried sick. Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for two whole days!”
Anne looked up at the man, worry still plain on her face. “Oh, John, is Emmy with you?”
The man’s face instantly turned grave. “Anne, Anne, dearest…” He hugged her close. “Emmy’s dead.”
Anne’s eyes widened as she pulled away. “No, she’s not! Emmy was just right here with me…only a moment ago!”
Sadness filled John’s face as he looked at his little wife. “Anne, when will you see? It’s been two years, now…”