Tthere was a time in 1995 when a little girl lived in my house. One morning I was lying in bed resting before I got up and I heard the voice of a little girl next to me saying, “Mommy.” Although it sounded so sweet that I wasn't afraid. About a month later, my then-husband was rummaging through the library for a pack of cigarettes he had hidden when he heard a little girl ask him, “What are you doing?” He looked up in surprise, thinking it might be me, but there was no one there. This scared him and he immediately ran out of the house.
I don't know who that little girl was, why she called me mom, or where she went shortly after these few incidents. I think sometimes only the spirit knows why and how they are there.
