This happened late Autumn in Massachusetts. We were living in an apartment building with about nine other families. One night we heard the sound of breaking glass and the smell of smoke. Our apartment was on fire. No one was hurt, but everyone lost all they owned. Later we found out it was arson.
I went to stay with my Father's Aunt and my Brother and Sisters with our Grandmother. Two weeks later still getting past all that happened with the fire and all we lost. I was grateful that no one lost their lives but I began to feel sad and couldn't seem to get rid of the feeling.
I wrote about it hoping it would help to get it off my mind, but it didn't help much. I still felt sad and was obsessing over why when the rest of my family had no such problem. I talked to my Mother about it. She understood and said I would get past the sad feeling sooner or later and not to worry.
I tried to heed her advice but weeks later it only seemed to get worse. I found myself in tears for no reason feeling so sad. That night I prayed to God to give me peace to take the feeling away.
That night I went to bed. Later that night I felt something odd and I woke up unsure of what happened. I looked across the room, over at the wall. Above the desk I saw two eyes. For some reason I was not afraid of them. Even though all I saw was the eyes I seem to know she was smiling at me.
I felt at peace and just laid back down and fell asleep instantly. The next day the sad feeling was gone but remembered the event with complete clarity.