Poetic Earth

I stopped by my mother’s house for a quick visit while picking up a package. As the baby played and crawled around, Lucy ran back and forth between my old bedroom and the kitchen, full of energy. Eventually, we sat her down for lunch while my mother and I settled onto the couch, continuing our conversation.

Suddenly, Lucy looked toward the door and said, “Papa,” waving her hand before pointing straight at the entrance.

My mother and I exchanged glances, brushing it off as her simply missing my father—after all, she hadn’t seen him in two months.

Then, the Ring doorbell chimed.

Strangely, it didn’t indicate where the movement was coming from. I turned to check the front window—nothing.

We carried on as usual until Lucy got up from the table, walked over to me, and said, “Mommy, Papa coming,” pointing at the door and waving as if she were greeting someone.

The doorbell chimed again.

We looked around, confused, but shrugged it off.

Not even five minutes later, my father pulled up by the curb—just as Lucy sat by the door, quietly playing with her dolls.

My mother and I exchanged glances once more and laughed, coming to the same conclusion: we have another psychic in the family. 🧿

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Anybody else share similar stories of their children experiencing spiritual activites? I’d love to hear about them.