Lillian kept singing and the wardrobe responded. Its double doors flew open. The clothes on the floor...straggled like lost lambs into the wardrobe‘s embrace.
Lillian stood there, her face radiant. Somehow she seemed fuller, more complete, like a piece of the puzzle...had slotted into place.
‘It‘s really happened, hasn‘t it? Oh, Mum!‘
Miranda wiped away a tear. ‘I never thought I‘d see the day you tidied your room without being asked!‘
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