Robin6891
When we moved into the house, we didn't understand what was happening.
We were tired, raising children, trying to build a life.
Only years later did we realise a small presence had been with us all along - gentle, careful, and never meant to frighten.
This is the story of Florrie, a little girl from the old Plotlands who slipped into our lives without meaning to, comforted our son when he cried, and left more softly than she arrived.
Not a haunting.
A recognition.
A child who was never seen in her own time, finally seen in ours.