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THE DIVIDED STATES OF AMERICA
20 years later
Brandi
I walk off of the plane, holding Jrs hand, and Zaneys hand. She looks up at me, “Mommy,” she says, “when do I get to meet uncle Zane?”
            I smile down at my little seven year old, she looks so much like Jr, though he argues that she looks more like me, “Soon,” I say, then look up, “in fact, there he is.” I point to a man tall man, very in shape, his eyes are dark, but somehow bright. He’s holding a womens hand, she’s beautiful, even for her age. “And that,” I point to the women, “is aunt Char.”
            I let go of Zaneys hand, and she runs into Zanes open arms.

Zane
I scoop the little girl up into my arms. I’ve never met her before, but I know who she is. She looks like Jr, but when she smiles, she’s the spitting image of Brandi.
            “Uncle Zane!!!”
            I laugh, “Hello, whats your name?” Brandi and Jr are almost to us.
            “Zaney.” She smiles like it’s the best thing in the world.
            “She’s named after you.” I look to see Brandi. Her and Jr look exactly the same as 20 years ago, just more aged.
            I smile, “I’m honored.” I look at Zaney, and think of the little girl that Char and I could have had, the one we lost. I push that away. I pick up Zaney and lead everyone to the car.
            Because now, all the states are no longer divided, but united, just like the five of us.

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