The nurse pulled a chair closer and asked me to describe the girl again. I mentioned her dark hair, gentle eyes, and the way she always sat quietly beside my bed. The nurse exchanged a nervous glance with her colleague. Then she asked whether the girl had ever mentioned her name. I shook my head. Suddenly, the nurse excused herself and disappeared into the hallway.
A few minutes later, she returned carrying an old photograph. She placed it carefully on my blanket. My heart began racing. The girl in the photograph looked exactly like my mysterious visitor. But underneath the picture was a date from twenty years earlier.
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