It all started, with my first vision.
I had been pulled from my surroundings and taken into a blurry scene of Mommy sitting down at our table.
"What are you staring at, Alice?" Mommy asked, concerned.
"I saw you crying, in my head. I'm not quite sure how to explain it but I saw it; I saw you crying." The five- year- old me responded.
"Alice, dear, that preposterous!" Mommy laughed.
"No, Mommy I really did see it…" I tried.
"Oh Alice, you have a great imagination, I'll tell you that." Mommy joked.
I really told the truth though. She won't know until it happens, but then she'll believe me.
"Let's go inside, dear. I'll fix us some tea." Mommy said, obviously changing the subject.
We made our way back into the house and into the kitchen when we heard a faint knocking at the door. Mommy found her way to the door and opened it to a man, holding a letter in his hand. He looked sad. Mommy took it from him and opened it with hesitancy as the man took off his hat. Hand moving quickly to her mouth, Mommy read the letter with watery eyes. She then shut the door on the man, dropped the letter, and sat down at our table. She started to cry.
My vision.
I knew it.
I walked over to her and sat next to her, holding her hand. She shook it off, but with apologetic eyes she lifted me into her lap and kissed my forehead.
"What is it, Mommy?" I asked, completely unaware of the situation. She positioned herself to look at me.
"Alice, dear, he's gone. Daddy is gone. He died." She softly spoke, tears still in her eyes.
I didn't quite understand, seeing that I was only five.
"I told you." I whispered.
"What? What are you talking about, Alice?" Mommy asked, exasperated.
"I told you. When I said I saw you crying, in my head. It just happened now. I told you." I choked out, realizing what has happened. "Daddy is really gone, isn't he?" I asked, now understanding.
That was the first time I had ever been hit by my mother, and the last time I told a soul about any vision.