I never told Buffy that I found this fragment of one of Mom's diaries. Because this one is uniquely mine, part of a message my mother didn't intend to send me. But I love her for it, now more than ever.

It previously described an event I know for a fact never occurred. Perhaps one of the most telling pieces of altered timeline in the entire history of me. I begged Willow to let me see the entry as it was before the monks' spell hit it. At first, she was hesitant, afraid that she might erase me, or memories of me. But Kennedy, who actually knows how to do something other than play Faith Lite, encouraged her to try. The short of it is, the spell worked, and the diary went back to its original form, at least for a day or two. It now told a very different story about the lives of the Summers' family.

**Hank's insensitivity over the miscarriage is going to have us in couples' counseling. All my fault, he says, for not stopping work sooner. Buffy seems to have forgotten I was pregnant again, but she can tell something is wrong. She would have been a good big sister.**

Once, I think, something like this would have me crying, running off, or punching something. Instead, though, my grin is from ear to ear. Why does something so grim make me smile?

Because this diary is dated in 1986, about the time of my birthday. My body may be some weird mix of Buffy's blood, solid memories and crazy DNA glue, but my soul is there, with no doubts, because I just can't believe they could make one. That's way high up on the PTB food chain. I would have been that baby, I'm certain of it. It just feels right, like I didn't intrude on their lives so much as find my way back. I am now one step realer than I have ever been, and it feels great.

I am Buffy the Vampire Slayer's little sister--and I always have been. So there.