Your mom.
The voice was almost exactly as J'anna imagined it--very much like her own. For a moment she was lost in the sound of that voice, how it had wrapped around the letter's of her name, how it had even spoken the space between the J and the a.
"Mommy?"
J'anna yelped the word and started to cry.
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