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Story Time Animated 2
I was every parent’s dream child. As a baby I only cried if I was hungry or tired. Sometimes my parents would open my bedroom door to find me in my crib laughing at nothing. They always thought it was weird but they appreciated it. They never lost sleep or fought about who had to wake up to feed me.
My mom and dad believed that as I got older I started to have imaginary friends. At the table I’d always ask these friends if they wanted something to eat and although I was an only child, I was never lonely. I was ALWAYS having a conversation with someone they couldn’t see.
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My friends were not imaginary to me at all. The one I spoke to the most was a boy named Paul. He appeared to be about my age. We spoke about everything and played for hours. My parents pretended to acknowledge Paul so I was pretty sure that everyone else could see him too. But I always found it strange that nobody else could see him and that he never ate or went to the bathroom.
We liked many of the same things and he’d often laugh while we watched TV because according to him “We didn’t have that strange box with the people inside in my time.” I always wondered what he meant.
My parents realized that I had a condition before I did. I was playing outside when I met a lady sitting in our garden. She was knitting and humming, and right away I felt comfortable with her – like I had known her all my life.
“Hello. Who are you?” I said to her.
She looked up at me and smiled. “Oh Kelly. I’m your grandma! Can you please tell your mother that I left something for her in the last drawer of her bedroom dressing table?”
“Why don’t you come inside and talk to her?” I asked.
“Well, they can’t see me.” she continued smiling and knitting, and I ran off to tell my mom.
“Mommy, grandma said that she left something for you in the bottom drawer of your dressing table.” I said.
“Grandma? Are you okay sweetie? Where did you see her?” she asked.
“She’s sitting in the garden, knitting.” I said.
“Stop your silly games...” my mom started then looked like she stopped to think for a while.
“Can you tell me what she looked like Kelly?” she asked.
“Well, she has a round friendly face and a lovely smile. She didn’t look as old as normal grandmas looked. She was wearing a blue and purple dress and she had a kind voice. Oh, and she smelled like cinnamon. ” I replied.
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