My bosom friend I was about eight years old. I had a bosom friend with whom I had fallen out for many days, after a childish stupid bickering. In class, we used to sit together at the same table. But that day she left me and went to sit alone at the back...
Lire la suiteA childhood memory By Kitty I was very spoiled as a child, and specially spoiled by my mother. I suppose that was because I was the youngest of the family. I was particularly close to one of my brothers, who was just three years older than me. He was...
Lire la suiteKitty's dream 3 I had the impression that I was leaving my body, that I was ripped from my body. I was dying. "Yes, I am dead", I thought. I was conscious that I was going down, down a long dark tunnel. Then I came to a large hall, dimly lit by red lanterns....
Lire la suiteDo you think the dead can communicate with us ? My Mother By Kitty This happened long ago, on the day of my husband's funeral. At that time, my mother had already dead many years ago, but her youngest sister was still living. Physically, my mother and...
Lire la suiteKitty's dream 2 My sister This happened years ago. One of my sisters at that time lived in Canada. She was very ill. She was suffering from a cancer of the lungs, at the third stage. One day I had a dream in which I was with her. We were on a bus, I didn't...
Lire la suiteKitty's dream 1 I was drowsing on the terrace, listening to Beethoven. Suddenly, a mysterious voice ordered me to choose between becoming deaf or blind. "That means no more listening to the Moonlight Sonata ? Nor playing it either ! How, how could it...
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