Every day, when my daughter got out of preschool, she would tell me, “There’s a girl at my teacher’s house who looks exactly like me.-NANA

I laughed softly. “Really? Like how?”

“Like my eyes and nose. Teacher said we look exactly the same.”

I smiled, thinking it was just a child’s imagination. But Lily continued, very seriously:

“She’s the teacher’s daughter. She’s really clingy and always wants to be held.”

Something stirred uneasily inside me.