We ARE the same!" settled across my mind.I'd felt an attraction and love toward my daughter because she reminded me of Lindie. I'd instantly accepted ...er because she was part of Lindie.My Little Lindie filled a void I'd never known I'd had and now with that realization I understood. Michelle was part of me just as she was part of Lindie. Something in me that needed to be completed was linked. Another piece of the broken puzzle I'd lived with for so long fit into place.I just sat in the cab. It couldn't be real."Hi Izzy," was the sound that cut through the fog, crashing into herears like a thunderclap. It shook her from her stupor, and broke thedelusion that what she was seeing was a figment of her imagination.The voice was crystal clear, like a bell, chiming as recognizable nowas it did throughout her life. She knew it well, and so did Mike.Ann stood on the other side of the bars, looking down at Izzy with amixture of pity and remorse. All Izzy could do was look back at. Kids that played together in our little neck of the woods.School finished up. We packed up our few prized possessions. Some clothing. And mom drove us all to Allentown, Pennsylvania.The summer of 1969.My Uncle and Aunt ran a cemetary. They, and their 4 kids, lived on a house right off the main entrance into the enclave.I can picture eating meals at their large kitchen table. Sleeping in an upstairs bedroom in that lovely house. Playing outside from morning to night. Sometimes following the. .Me- Namastey Aunty, how are you? Aunty- fine beta!!! You must be thirsty , wait I will get you juice….Me- it’s ok Aunty why trouble……But she just got up and headed towards kitchen, than I went to bathroom to wash my face and I noticed she couldn’t take sugar box out of the rack so I just went near her and stood up on my toe and handed it to her and she smiled at me,Aunty- raj do you help your mom?Me- sometimes Aunty….She just played with my hair and pulled my cheeks, it felt really good as if.