" what do you want, more than anything int he world?" The woman asked me.

"I want my daughter back" I said.

She did not ask where she was or what had happened to her. She did not ask how old she was, or what her name was. She just nodded, opened her hand, and blew a handful of glitter over me. Glitter in my coffee, glitter in my hair.

I was suddenly angry. Stupid crazy woman. She didn't know me. She didn't know Cindy. She had no idea that my little girl was locked in a coma so deep that she would never come out. She did not know that I was sitting in that hospital cafe, with that coffee, because I was was going to "pull the plug" on my baby girl.

She was mocking me.

My phone chirped. It was from the hospital itself. Where I was sitting.

"Hello?" I said, my voice thick.

" Anita, you will never believe this, but your daughter, she just woke up." Said the doctor.

I ran up the stairs to her room and there she was, red curls like a halo, a nasal cannula in her nose.

" mommy! An angel woke me up!" She said.