When I was just two years old, I spoke the impossible.

Full sentences, descriptive words, days gone by that I shouldn't have known, impossible things. You didn't know what to think, I just knew I had to say it.

Mommy, did you know that I chose you from heaven? 

I looked down at you from these warm clouds, and saw you. You were so pretty mommy. I knew that you had to be my mom, because you were so kind, and accepting, and you love people for being themselves, and i knew that you had to be my mommy. So I chose you. 

You asked me why I chose you, and I gave you the answer you probably didn't expect from your little girl, because you were so accepting and kind mother. You didn't know why I chose you for those reasons, but I always did, in a way. I knew I was different from other kids, it was obvious, I just didn't know how.

You asked me what heaven was like and i told you to imagine the best place on earth, and triple it. make it as beautiful as possible, mine was obviously a small village, with a huge library, all sitting on the clouds. All so soft and inviting. All on a coast of clouds, instead of sea water. I told you that i saw this book, and began reading about who i was going to be, and it was my choice. i read about you, and the life you had, and the one you were going to have, with or without me. as with all people, i saw struggle, and i just wanted to help you, and let you help me. when i chose you as my mom, i chose a carer, a best friend, and my little light in the dark world that was coming. 

Mommy, you are my best friend, and I know you always will be, even if we fight, I'll always love you mommy. I read it in the library in heaven mommy, we will always love each other. Always.

And I was only two years old. I already knew that you would be there for me, always.