I watch a small group of spirits pass through our yard. “They are on their way to visit their loved ones living nearby,” says Tom, a small Brownie man standing next to me.
I think upon the foster family who raised me – my mom, dad, brothers, aunts, uncles and both grandmas – all of them now living in the spirit lands. Now and then I feel their loving presence near me.
Tom, reading my thoughts, gives my leg a few pats. “Do not worry, lad. Your family has not forgotten you. Why here they are now!” He vanishes as I hear my name called.
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