One day a little girl sat on the front steps of the church just staring at the sky wondering if somehow her mom was looking down on her. ” CeCe, you are going 2 be ok I promise.” a voice said from behind her. ” I miss her so much.” answered CeCe as she turned around.But as she turned around there wasn’t any1 there. Cece stood in disbelief… She slowly walks back into the church as the funeral was still going on, she then quietly sits down next 2 her father. CeCe slides her arm under her father’s and just stares at the closed coffin in front of them. As the tears rolled down her cheek. ” I love my CeCe girl! Tell daddy 2 take good care of you.” “mommy!”, Cece gasped as she turned around…nothing….it was only her grandmother. As the funeral ended Cece held her daddy’s hand tightly. She knew the voice at the church had to be her mother. She just knew it had to be. Later that night Cece sat on her bed with her eyes tightly closed. ” Mommy I know that you are looking down on me because I heard you today!