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"Do you know why we named you Amiel?"

My mother asked me one night before bedtime. Of course, me being only seven, I shook my head and waited for her to tell.

"Your father and I thought you would be a boy."

She poked my nose, expecting me to be mad. But instead, I giggled.

"What does Amiel mean?"

"According to the web, it's a Hebrew name that suggests the Supreme Being to be with us."

"Do you believe in that, mommy?"

My mother stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head as she tucked me in.

"We need something to believe in, my love."

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself standing in the middle of the room I had grown up in.

Everything was in its place, thanks to Bruce. I even expected cobwebs and dust to cover the floors and the furniture, but it was clean.

I think he expected me to come inside once we dropped by. And he wasn't wrong.

Thus, he had the place clean.

"Oh, Bruce."