This is something strange that happened to me a few years ago when my son was about eight months old. My parents had given me a house when I got married and had my son. Unfortunately, I found that my husband had been having an affair and we ended the marriage.
My best friend had moved in then to help me. Yet another unfortunate circumstance happened and my friend was killed in a car accident.
The day before her death, my friend and I had gotten into a fight. She had kept saying, "You think you are so PERFECT Missy! Everything has to be perfect, perfect, perfect when it comes to you!"
A few days after the funeral, I was sitting outside with my mother and aunt, with my son Jye, in his rocker. Now, my son had not began speaking yet. As far as I knew, he couldn't even say "mama" or "dada" yet.
As we talked amongst ourselves, Jye's voice rang out clearly with the word, "PERFECT!" We all gazed at Jye with astonishment and my mother and her sister cooed over the fact that he actually spoke.
But the meaning was all too different for me. He had said the word "perfect." This is the very word that my best friend had called me the day before her death. He did not know any other words and he didn't actually begin saying the usual, "mama" and "dada" words until a few months later.
Coincidence? I have no idea. The incident still chills me to the bone every time I think about it. What exactly happened there?
