Ella's Angels

Ella was such a special. I knew from the minute she was born that she would be different. She seemed so alive and ready for life but still lingering a little in the world she came from. It was almost like a light was shinning from her. As she grew I would watch her carefully from a distance. She would spend longer and longer times in her crib laughing, cooing and talking to someone. But no one was there that I could see. When you walked in a room with her she suddenly would kick, grin, wave her arms and look like she reconized someone. Someone she knew well. But no one was there that I could see. As she grew older and learned to talk she told us many remarkable stories. Stories about people I knew she had never known. She also said other things that bothered me just a little. Ella said, "Did you call me , Mommy?" "No, dear. Did someone call your name?" "Yes, mother. It sounded a lot like you." I looked about, but, there was no one there that I could see. Who was calling her name?