My partner and I returned home. While my partner was unpacking the grocery in the kitchen, I heard a loud baby crying from the bedroom at the furthest end of the corridor. Walking along the corridor, i walked past a dark bedroom with its door open. The curtains were down and a man lying on the bed. He seem unwell. But I didn’t walk into the room to check on him.
Instead, I continued to the bedroom with the baby cry. I opened the door and carried the baby in my arms.
With the baby in my arms, I walked out of the bedroom and along the corridor. Then the baby spoke.
“Actually, I am your Po Po (in Cantonese, it means grandmother).”
I shouted in excitement to my partner “It’s Po Po!”
And the baby said “I was afraid to speak to you like this because you might freak out.”
I replied “This is fine.”
And I laid the baby down on my sofa and asked the baby
“Is my house clean?”
And the baby said “Your house is perfectly fine”
I think my grandmother who has passed away 13 years ago was trying to make contact with me.
You think so? Anyone who has the similar experience?