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i think my daughter is a time traveler

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

I saw my future daughter as an adult on the street, today. Same curls, same beaming smile, same blended racial features, same curvy lines, she was even wearing a dress that I bet our little girl, now three, would like as an adult.

I almost said hi but a) it might have blown her cover or b) on the off chance that it was in fact not our daughter, trekking as an adult during the time of her youth, confused and terrified some strange woman. So daughter of ours, your secret's safe with me.