Two Years After Son Dies, Mom Hears Someone Knocking on Door Saying, “Mom, It’s Me”

 After losing her son in an awful tragedy, two years before, a woman heard someone knock on her door and call her mom one Bright Morning. Time of death, 12 p.m. That was the exact time Jane and Sean Wiley lost their only child Joan he’d been rushed to the hospital straight from his school after he got stung by multiple bees and went into anaphylactic shock. He had Disturbed a bunny Bee’s Hive on the school grounds, and the offended creatures had visited their wrath upon him at the cost of their own lives and to the detriment of his when Jane and her husband were called.

The news had been like a splash of cold water on their order and they dressed mechanically before leaving for the hospital Miss Wiley, I’m afraid I have bad news. Your son was involved in a terrible accident and has been transferred to the hospital, the school principal Tonga. The worried parents arrived just as the doctors gave up on trying to save their boy. As the doctor exited the ER Jane, ran up to him and grasped him. He needed to go back in there and keep trying she exclaimed all shaking him violently.

Her husband was by her side in a Flash dragging her off the man and doing his best to hold himself together simultaneously. It’S done Jane. He groped tears in his eyes as he looked towards his dead son’s body. That tragedy shook the couple and it took the better part of a year just for them to clean out his room. Even then Jane would tear up each time.

The topic came up, her husband fared better, but he also lost a part of himself due to grave two years after the ghastly incident Jane heard someone knock on the door and when she asked who it was, she heard a child’s voice, say Mom. It’S me Jane knew it couldn’t be her child, but she rushed open the front door anyway. Nobody was there, but she noticed a small envelope addressed to her and her husband when she looked down. Did I imagine that she wondered? No.

Someone must have been here because the letter didn’t drop from Heaven. She looked around once more for anything out of the ordinary, but when nothing else turned up, she picked up the envelope and returned and sung inside. The envelope was a note with the name of the street 813 Atwood Avenue. What’S that her husband asked and suddenly Jane opened her eyes, it had been a dream. A vivid one gene knew had to mean something as soon as her eyes flew open.

She scrambled for a pen and paper to write down the address before she forgot. The following day: Jane went to the grocery store, the activity used to be something she and her late son would do together. It was quite enjoyable for her now it was just a chore. She wanted to get through quickly as she browsed the aisles briskly with her shopping, cart, Jane caught sight of something peculiar. There was a large flyer advertising the services of a children’s clothing store and on it someone had scribbled the same address she dreamed of 813 Atwood Ave.

It struck her as odd that she would come across the address just after having a dream about it, so she returned home to confide in her husband. I had a dream. Last night she told him when they sat down for dinner. What was it about? He asked she told him about the NOG she’d heard in the childish voice, then about the address and how it came up again in the grocery store.

That’S certainly something, but I don’t think it’s cause for concern. Do you absolutely not? I just think I’ll feel better when I know more about that address, because to me that dream felt like a premonition, Jane confessed, her husband was skeptical, but he supported her alright sweetheart. We can do some research after dinner. He told her when the dishes were cleared and cleaned a couple sat behind their desktop for some investigative work.

They searched for the address on the internet and found that it was linked to foster care. More research revealed to kids the orphanage had in its Care at the time, among them once stood out to James, so she and her husband drove there to meet him the following morning. His name is Simon, the founder, told him. He lost his parents in a car crash and has autism, which makes him very difficult to be with. In fact, he barely speaks to anyone, but his imaginary friend and he’s hell-bent on picking his adoptive family himself.

What does that mean? Jane asked curious? It means Simon’s the one doing the adopting here, not YouTube. Oh we’re not here to Sean, it started saying, but a quick jab from his wife silenced him. We would like to meet this boy.

Jane said, as soon as they entered the room and Jane sad eyes on Simon, she understood why she had the dream: the boy needed a home, the orphanage founder who introduced himself as Mia Cochran excused them. So they could spend time alone with a child as soon as he left. Simon, looked up from the toys, he’d been playing with and spoke. My friend says that you’re good people and that he doesn’t want you to be alone anymore. His words shank, Jane and Sean.

Your friend Sean asked we do honey, but Jane started to say John Simon said shutting her off completely. He said to say his name is John. It was all the couple needed they started the adoption process that very day and within the week Simon was installed in John’s former room, and that was how Jane’s light son helped her meet her new one. One day, Jane heard a knock on the door again and heard a voice saying Mom, it’s me, but this time it was not a dream. It was her Simon returning from school.

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