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The moon comes up and I sit there, on the ground, holding my mom's own diary. Is my mom even alive. I hope so. I look upwards at the stars. There's the Big Dipper- and the North Star.
In the world of Opussians. A little kitten cried. "I can't find my mummy". She hoped she hadn't died. The little kitten cried and cried. "What if my mummy has died?".
My eyes were burning as I tried to open them. Sea's salt crust was stuck in my eyes so it was hard to see. A huge light was facing me and a long figure was standing way back in the corner.
Lilly's eyes flew open, and in a second she felt that something was definitely unmistakably wrong. Her father was no longer among her presence in the front seat.