Saturday, November 06, 2004

I see dead people.

I had saved this story for Dia de Muertos but I forgot. In the 8th grade I visited a friend's house, whose name I will not reveal. And as we entered the house I looked left into the garden and I saw his grandmother looking at the trees in her wheelchair. I didn't give much to it. Except that in 30 minutes I realized her grandmother died a month before.

And I swear it happened! And to all the sceptics who think that maybe I expected to see her there so I imagined it, please help me to expect Yessica Toscanini so that she can pop up like that from nowhere.

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