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Grace liked walking around the lake behind her cottage after it rained. And last night it had rained, thunder crashing, and wind lashing against the window panes.
But unlike her normal walks, this one yielded a surprise. The storm had caused the water to run over land and into her isolated lake.
And swept a shivering merboy onto the shore.
He cried, too young for words. Grace took him into her arms, soothing him and taking him home for a warm bath. She cared for him.
She called him Diego, and darling.
And then one day he called her Mom.