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This story can be told as a fairy tale, but can be perceived as yet another evidence that the souls of the dead and the dead people who are in the subtle world are able to leave it for a while, to come to your loved ones and even help them.
Now Tamara Smirnova (let’s call her that), living in one of cities of central Russia, about thirty years. That’s what she told …
The story of the mother, how she was saved by the deceased daughter
I got married eight years ago. A year later, Anton and I daughter Ksenia appeared. The girl was healthy and beautiful, and we literally did not cherish souls in her. And when Ksyusha turned four years, a terrible thing happened: our daughter was hit by a car to death …
That day, Ksenia was playing on the court in the company of the same toddlers. I turned away only for a second and then I heard a screech engine brakes …
Everything that happened afterwards was as if in a fog. Run away people, ambulance arrived, police. When the shock has passed, I have a tantrum began …
I will not describe everything that I had to go through. Only the one to whom had a chance to bury his child, able to understand my then feelings.
Only six months later, I began to gradually get out of depression and learn to live anew. But many more days passed before I realized that she’s ready to give birth to another child …
Once, when my husband was at work, I decided to start a laundry. Entered into the bathroom – and suddenly the door to it closed by itself. Surprised, I I wanted to push her, but the door did not give in, as if someone had locked her outside. Suddenly the lights went out. In a panic, I leaned on the door – and then I heard a quiet voice, which I could not help but recognize:
– Mom, do not make noise, please, otherwise it will be very bad …
“Ksyusha! ..” I gasped, unable to believe such a thing. miracle.
“Mom, please don’t shout,” the child repeated with a plea. a voice.
The darkness was not absolute, and now, having gotten a little used to it, I discerned a step away from her beloved, long buried and bitterly mourned daughter. Tears squeezed my throat, and fearing to sob, I whispered frantically:
– Ksyushenka, my dear girl, how can I feel bad without you!..
“Don’t cry, mommy, don’t need to,” she asked in a trembling voice. Ksenia. “I’ll be back to you, you wait …”
The next second, she disappeared, and I dropped to the floor without strength. Something incredible was going on in my soul: there was pain, again burst out, and joy – from the fact that I at least for a moment saw her daughter …
Suddenly a flash of light flashed, making me close my eyes, and then the door itself opened. Not immediately, but soon I nevertheless realized that while I was in the bathroom, robbers visited the apartment. It turns out that Ksenia knew about the danger and saved me! ..
In less than a year, I gave birth to a daughter, it was an exact copy Ksenia. Growing up, the girl behaved the same way as she once did. I I’m sure that it’s my Ksyushenka who returned to me, as promised, and no one will ever convince me otherwise! ..
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