Gabriella’s POV I met with my daughter during her break, and she was overjoyed to see me. She rushed to hug me, exclaiming, "Mom, you're finally awake!" "My beautiful daughter," I exclaimed, lifting her in my arms and twirling her around. "Tell me, how are you? I'm sorry I made you so worried." "I'm fine now, Mom. You're here." "Alright, tell me everything I've missed during these five days." "We didn't do much, and Dad is terrible at reading bedtime stories," she said, and we both burst into laughter. "Does that mean I'm still the best?" "Yes, Mom, you're the best. Oh, and I drew something that I'd love to show you," she said with a bright smile. My mind, however, was still occupied by her strange behavior. She seemed so different now, and I was sure she had no awareness of the recent events. "Sure, my love, show it to me. I'd love to see it," I replied. "Okay, let me get it from my backpack." She left happily, while I pondered her odd transformation. In a matter of minutes
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