To be honest, I wanted to ask too, the question was burning my tongue but I also wanted to deny that anything weird was happening. I'm still not sure if I want any part with this. I might just take the kids out and go back to my normal life. Except I don't know how to reach my own universe from here. I don't know how to get back to my own life. I have memories of so many in me that it's making me dizzy.
“How did those people just appear in the kitchen?” I asked.
“And how did they disappear?” We both ask together.
She is looking at me, I know because I want to look at her but I'm trying not to.
“They didn't appear and disappear,” Aunt Teresa said. “They were here all along, just like you, but sometimes, some universe can be a bit shy and only be revealed later. They enter at about the same time you did, some earlier, some maybe later, there are probably a lot of them who haven't made it here yet, and maybe, some who never will, some part of yourself you will only meet when you die and they die too.”
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