I get out of the plane and immediately start looking for you among all the other people here to see their loved ones again. I'm so excited... and nervous... where are you? Where are you....? I'm starting to get scared... why can't I find you? Then I see you... but... you seem busy trying to calm a small kid while also trying to control a second child... One of them looks so much like you... but the other... it's like looking into a mirror. I freeze and look at you. I... I'm a father?
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