In my first story, I told you that there is a story that I find touching. And here it is. I hope you enjoy it:
When my mum was younger, about 25, she worked in a local supermarket. Around that time my mum was going through a little bit of depression as well. Well one evening she was sitting down at a table in the staffroom writing, when she heard a little's boys laugh. She looked up to see a little boy standing there, with a big smile on his face. This little boy had ginger hair, hazel eyes, and freckles. My mother didn't know who this was. Children weren't allowed in the staffroom, nor customers. Also, you had to go down lots of little corridors to get to the staffroom. How would he know his way around? She thought he had gotten lost, so she got up to escort him back to the shop. But that's when he ran off giggling. Needless to say, my mum was very confused.
Thirty minutes later the same thing happened. She was writing, but this time she heard a little girl's laugh. Tired, she tossed her head up. Staring back at her was a cute little girl. Golden hair, blue eyes, fair skin and a big smile on her face. Needless to say she was confused, first the little boy and now the girl. Once again she left her chair to escort the little girl out of the staffroom to the shop. This time my mum was left speechless. As soon as my mum was about a foot away from her the little girl vanished. A wave of emotions came over her. She was confused, shaken but felt a little bit at peace.
Because my mum was only 25, she didn't have me or my brother. When she was pregnant with my brother, she always felt like a peaceful presence was watching over her. And then when she was pregnant with me, the same feeling came again.
Then when we were above the ages of 5, me and my older brother stood next to each over, giggling at mum (I cannot remember what happened, but she can). She stared at us both for a minute and then continued to say, "It was both of you wasn't it?" She knew then that the little boy and girl she saw years before she was pregnant with us, was indeed us.
Thank you for reading my story.