When Mia spoke up one evening, insisting her late mother had been visiting her at school, I brushed it off as a child’s way of coping with grief. But when she brought home chocolates I hadn’t packed, and her drawings of her mom became eerily accurate, I knew something was happening that I couldn’t explain.

It’s been two years since Elizabeth passed, and some days, I still half-expect to see her walk through the door. I guess that’s normal when you lose someone you love that much. But I never expected what happened with Mia. I mean, how could I?

When Mia spoke up one evening, insisting her late mother had been visiting her at school, I brushed it off as a child’s way of coping with grief. But when she brought home chocolates I hadn’t packed, and her drawings of her mom became eerily accurate, I knew something was happening that I couldn’t explain.

It’s been two years since Elizabeth passed, and some days, I still half-expect to see her walk through the door. I guess that’s normal when you lose someone you love that much. But I never expected what happened with Mia. I mean, how could I?