I saw one time, when I was younger; an early teen, a ghostly and pleasant seeming girl; a little younger than me, brushing her long blond hair, while she sat at the end of my bed. Her sweet smile spread across her face, and she looked at me constantly, as if she was watching over me. This never scared me, and I felt she was a spirit due to no young girl living at my foster home.
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