The baby stares at a specific spot on in the lounge room when I am holding her.
And coos.
And smiles.
I am convinced she is communicating with the dead.
I was told during the week that she is seeing my Grandmother singing to her and I am starting to believe it.
Alas, if only the dead could come and sing to her when she is screaming at me for food!
Or change her nappy.
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