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I had come here at least a hundred times throughout my lifetime, but today I was turning 25 years old. The visit was special, but what I did not know was that it would be my last visit with this most incredible woman, a person I had admired all my life. This was the day she told me I was expecting “a girl”—a daughter.
Four days later, Rose passed away, and three months later, I experienced a miracle. My pain became my joy: My baby girl was born exactly as Rose had told me.
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