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Science Fiction
I can see my my mothers familiar afro peaking over the edge of the casket from where I'm sitting in the church. The service was short and sweet, I don't have any family members and the child services lady told me that she would wait outside. That I should take my time with my mom. She reached for my hands to comfort me but I pushed them underneath myself and kept my eyes downcast. I know I'm a kid, but I was smart enough to know that with my emotions running free my curse would be as well. My mother had learned that the hard way.
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Penny

Never before had the young woman been allowed to see the family she'd left behind. All she wanted was to let them know she was safe and being well cared for. Today was going to be her first contact. She walked down the aisle of the near empty church towards the man praying at the front pew. She thought of all the things she wanted to say to him. That she loved him. That she was living in a beautiful place among kind people. When she arrived at her father's side she was shocked to see how frail he had become. She reached out to hold his hand, and then gasped as her hand passed through his. Then she remembered that people living on Earth could not perceive her presence, and she wept. A lady took the young woman's hand, and said softly, "That's enough for today. Let's go home."

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