The hospital told me my daughter had been admitted with a broken arm. I told them they had the wrong person because I buried her thirteen years ago. Then they read me details only she would know… and told me she was asking for me. What I discovered at the hospital left me devastated.The call came on a Tuesday at 2:17 p.m.”Hello?” I said.A calm woman’s voice replied, “Hello, ma’am, I’m calling from the hospital. Your daughter has been admitted with a broken arm.”I nearly dropped my phone. “What?””Your daughter, Lily. She listed you as her emergency contact.””I think you have the wrong person,” I whispered. “My daughter has been dead for more than a decade.”The hospital told me my daughter had been admitted with a broken arm. I told them they had the wrong person because I buried her thirteen years ago. Then they read me details only she would know… and told me she was asking for me. What I discovered at the hospital left me devastatedThe call came on a Tuesday at 2:17 p.m.

“Hello?” I said.A calm woman’s voice replied, “Hello, ma’am, I’m calling from the hospital. Your daughter has been admitted with a broken arm.”I nearly dropped my phone. “What?””Your daughter, Lily. She listed you as her emergency contact.””I think you have the wrong person,” I whispered. “My daughter has been dead for more than a decade.”I don’t remember ending the call.I don’t remember taking my purse and driving to the hospital either. All I know is that my vision was blurred with tears the entire way there.Thirteen years earlier, I had been told my daughter was gone. I had signed papers and chosen a casket. I had watched dirt cover the only child I would ever have.Logically, I knew this had to be a horrible mistake or a cruel prank, but some small part of me thought it might be real.