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Miss Hardbroom sat in the staffroom, thinking about the daughter she gave up for adoption 13 years ago, wondering where she was now, whether she was reading the letter left to her, to be opened today, on her 13th birthday… Mildred Hubble sat on her bed, looking at her birthday card and the envelope from her birth mother, written 13 years ago and destined to be opened today, on her 13th birthday… Mildred picked up the envelope, marked "to my daughter" in elegant handwriting, and slowly opened it. She pulled out the letter (written in the same, oddly familiar, handwriting) and read: To my daughter, I feel you should know that it was not my c...