Jenny and Terry

Jenny died eight years ago, but her sister Terry never let her go. She speaks to her daily, which worries her parents. They have taken her to a psychiatrist, but nothing changes. She is still here, she insists. They do not understand. Neither has a drop of belief in spirituality. To them dead is dead; no personality, no soul, nothing. Terry plays on the hill in front of the pond as often as possible. For it is there that she sees the reflection of Jenny in the pond.