By Anon

Ever since I was a baby, men and woman who are maybe in their early 80's have always said by looking into my eyes that I have an old soul.

And through out my life my parents have never understood it because those people never actually said why I have an old soul.

But a few months ago I met an old man who called me by the name "TeraLee." I really like that name and always have and yet it's not even a real name so I knew something was going on. I said to him "my name isn't TeraLee, I don't even think its a real name." the man then said, "i know its not a name but do you like the name?" and I told him I have always liked it and thought I was the one to make it up.

The man said his name was David and asked me to see something. He took me to his truck and pulled out a box (may I add David was in his 70's or something) He looked into the box and smiled at me smiled and told me to give him my name. I trusted him so I gave him my name.

A few weeks later, I heard he died and left me the box he got from his truck. When I went to get it, I looked in it. And there were heaps of really old, black and white photos. Actualy on one of them had more than one person in it. There were 5 people in a backyard or something. A girl around my age, a man and woman. 1 little boy and in the background was a smiling man who looked like the old man in his 20's. The girl in between the other man and the woman looked JUST like me. Same smile, same eyes. She even posed the same way as me.

And in the other photos was that girls school photos and stuff.

Then I saw a letter written in inc and it was similar to my handwriting. It was a diary of some sort and it was signed by "TeraLee"

I still have it so this is exactly what it says.

"Dear Diary, I have just found out I have a disease, I may not live long. Moma and Papa say they love 24/7 now. I never thought I would die at the age of 13 (my age as well) Oh dear Diary, theres so much I wanted to do in life. My only friend is David from next door and he is in his 20's. I wanted kids and wanted to get married to a man I actually loved, not the man Papa says I must marry. This year is 1930 and I will die soon. I wanted to have kids so bad. I never got to tell anyone, I wanted the name Jennifer (my name) to be of the next girl born into this family. This is my last diary entry, I say goodbye and hope this diary gos to soemone special. But for now. I am giving you, my diary, to David for him to keep until that day comes. Good Bye ~ Signed, TeraLee."

Thats what it said and what I then found it is that no one in that family had children which could have lead to me so TeraLee must be the girl I was in my past life.

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