The other day on #PulseMornings, Ian and Vanessa were asking for ghost stories… here’s mine.
When he was around 2, my son used to tell me about his imaginary friend. They would play in his room late at night only after everyone was asleep.
My son described his friend as having a black face. With an inflated ego, I was feeling proud that my son was embracing diversity and that his imaginary friend was of a different shade. Until one day he mentioned that his face wasn’t naturally brown or black, but it was black and ashy from being burned as he died in a fire a hundred years ago.
EEEEEEEEEK!!!
-Jen
#ThatSurreyMom
@jenxrobbins