“I’m afraid,”
“Don’t be,” the grandma said. “You’ll be loved.”
“Will I see you again?” the baby said.
“Not for what will seem a long time. I’ll be watching you though. Always. I just can’t be with you.”
“Why are you sad?”
“I’m going to miss you. C’mon. Get ready. Your mother is waiting. Go to her.”
“Who are those people around you?”
“ Family, friends. Mine and yours. I returned to them after my time finished, Just like you will. Go. Now."