\u201cMommy visits me at school!\u201d my daughter Mia said one afternoon, her eyes full of tears. \u201cShe gave me chocolate today.\u201d<\/p>\n
My whole body went cold.<\/p>\n
Mia\u2019s mother had passed away two years earlier. Since then, I had done everything I could to protect my daughter from that pain. I knelt beside her and gently said, \u201cSweetheart, that\u2019s impossible. Your mom is\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
But before I could finish, Mia stomped her little foot.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo! She comes every day!\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know what to say. At first, I thought maybe it was grief, imagination, or a dream she wanted to believe was real. But she kept insisting. She described the woman\u2019s coat, her perfume, and even the way she brushed Mia\u2019s hair behind her ear.<\/p>\n
Shaken, I called the school.<\/p>\n
When her teacher answered, my voice was trembling. I explained what Mia had been saying. There was a long silence on the other end.<\/p>\n
Then the teacher said, \u201cMr. Carter, we\u2019ve been meaning to talk to you. A woman has been coming during lunch and asking to see Mia.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart dropped.<\/p>\n
The next day, I went to the school myself. From the hallway, I saw the woman kneeling beside my daughter.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t her mother.<\/p>\n
It was my late wife\u2019s sister.<\/p>\n
She was crying, holding Mia\u2019s hands, and whispering, \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I just missed her so much\u2026 and Mia looks exactly like her.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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