I was cleaning out the house when I found an old album. I sat down and started looking at the pictures. I called over my six-year-old daughter, Sasha.
"Look Sasha, it's my old album, check it out."
"Mommy, her name is grandma." She said quietly
"Aww, how do you know?"
She said, "She told me when she came with me."
I got confused and a little freaked out.
"Where's grandma now?" I asked, trying to understand what was happening.
"Right there, next to you." She said pointing next to me on the couch.
Nobody was there
Her grandma had died ten years before Sasha was born. I asked ALL my relatives if they told Sasha about her grandma. No one did.
