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Mom looks so worried and confused, and she doesn’t even know what’s wrong, but she is crying too. I am grateful that she already loves Trish like her own. It doesn’t matter what happens from here on out. Trish will always have me and my mom in her corner. We will help her through this and anything else that comes along.
After a few minutes, Trish kisses Zia’s cheek and shows me to take her. “Let’s give your mama some space, okay princess,” I say, and take Zia. She doesn't cry, she just looks at Trish with a little frown on her face. I am sure she is a little confused, but I just kissed her frown and held her. Mom rushes over and hugs Trish and kisses her forehead. “It doesn’t matter what is wrong, mi hija. We will be here when you wake up,” [my daughter] mom says, and that sets off
