Unwavering faith

My friend? Is that really you?

I was fired from my job.

Again.

I fell to my knees on the sidewalk.

And the clouds started crying with me.

"Please don't be sad." I heard from someone.

It was a child's voice.

I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes.

Her hair...

Her eyes...

The flowers in her hands.

Flowers that my childhood friend loved.

My dear friend... Is that you?

It's been ten years since you... Died.

And that little girl who stands in front of me...

She looks like you.

Oh my god.

"Please takie this flower, Monica."

She gave me a white hyacinth. Your favourite.

She knows my name.

It can't be a coincidence.

She even has a scar on her left arm where my friend had a cannula.

Or maybe it seems to me?

"Celine?" I asked for your name.

"Yaaas!" she squealed "It's so cool you remember."

I was really shocked.

"How do you know me?" I asked.

"How so?"

She seemed really didn't know what I was mean.

"I just know you," she answered "You seemed very familiar to me."

Indeed, I felt a bond that I already know.

"Besides, I believe in reincarnation," she said.