We Were Sisters
I was wrestling around with my daughter when she was about three. All of a sudden, her demeanor changed. She stopped, looked at me, and said, “we were sisters once”. She went on to explain that she passed first so she had to wait in heaven until God could put us back together again.
It wasn’t even what she said. It was the way she said it, and for a brief moment, she felt like an old soul telling me a story before she went back to being a little girl again. Story credit: Reddit / Theid411