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She never really knew her mother. That is to say, she doesn't remember her much at all. She has a vague memory; her mother singing, her mother's hair blowing in the breeze as the sunlight back lit her frame, blocking out all features. When she was a bit older, she saw pictures of her mother, she even had one by her bed. It was a family picture; her mother, her father and her, all smiling for the camera. She was almost two in that picture. She still keeps that picture wherever she goes. It helps to remind her of where she comes from.

Time has passed now, so much time, she can't believe how long it's been and how far she's come, how far the world has come. The world is a totally different place than when she was a child, yet it's finally the world she thought it was then. She was not surprised when the change occurred, it seemed like it was a long time coming, but the time was finally right. She took a deep breath, it was almost time.