Debra Lally

I wanted to nope right out of there, but my husband was still inside the store.

My eyes darted around the desolate parking lot, searching for someone, some girl getting into a vehicle or driving or anything that Miles might have seen to make him say that.

There was nothing.

A few more weeks went by without incident.

No talk of not being Miles.

No talk of anyone who isn't there.

Then we took a road trip to see family.

As we were driving along the interstate, Miles looks out the window.

I was driving my car and it went off the road and through the trees and into the water.

Awesome.

Thanks.

I have become convinced this is not my child's first time on this earth.

He sees things and people who are not there.

I try not to talk about it with him, and if he brings it up, I just tell him that I believe him.

That's really nice.

That's really nice.

That's a good way to handle it.

Yeah.

I don't know how else to handle it.

It's like this fear that the closer he is to the other side, the less of him I get to have here.