My wife was pregnant, but it ended in a miscarriage. We were really blessed to get pregnant again soon after, and we had a beautiful, healthy baby girl.
When she turned 5, our daughter came to me one day, eyes wide with wonder, and told me about a vivid dream she had — in it, a mysterious girl told her that she was her older sister, but she didn’t get to be her sister in this life.
Our daughter said the girl was sad that she never got to meet my wife and me, or be her sister. As I listened, chills ran through me because I swear—we had never told her about the miscarriage.
