Summit House-WCS

 I’ve always had the feeling that someone is always looking over my shoulder. I’ve been haunted by this thought for my whole life. At least it felt like that. It feels like a third parent. She or he’s always looked after me.

I have a spirit named Emily. 

She looks like my mother but with wings.

She came when my mother went to heaven.

She protects me from the dangers of the world.

She can fly.

She is a conscientious spirit.

In folk belief, a spirit is the vital principle or animating force within all living things. But for me, I think a spirit is a person or thing that watches over you. Or even sometimes, it's yourself.

If I had a spirit watching over me as my personal guardian, it would probably take the form of a small light or warmth to let me know it's around. However, it would only be something that I can see.

 “This is a depression bear,” Kiya said while holding up a blue stuffed care bear carrying a sour expression on its face, then handing the bear to her friend. 

“Aww he’s so cute” Eden cooed at the stuffed plush.

She dreamed of someone who couldn’t be placed, someone she couldn’t quite grasp. She dreamed of an old bar on a wet street in a place where rain couldn’t even wash away the grime.