Vince’s 3rd eye is open. He can see ghosts, spirits, elementals, and all sorts of supernatural things. One time, we were talking about spirit guides, and he was saying that we all have them. I asked if he could see mine. He said yes. He said she was a little girl with a bright, bubbly personality. I didn’t think much of it, until he said that I met her when I was a kid. I asked him to describe her. He said she was chubby and had an apple cut hairstyle. I thought for a minute, and asked if it as Niña, my best friend who died of meningitis when she was 7. Vince smiled and nodded. I quickly looked for a picture of Niña and showed it to Vince. He said yes, that’s her. She’s singing a song right now. She says it’s her favorite. She’s always singing it when I see you with her. I played “Somewhere Out There” on YouTube. Is this the song she’s singing, I asked him. Yes, it is, and she’s here with us now crying tears of joy because you remembered. I had goosebumps because I could feel her presence.