Talking about dolls, I recalled my sister telling me about an incident that happened to her husband a while back in Fresno. My sister and her husband were living with my mom and brother shortly after my father passed away. My brother in law was very verbally abusive towards my sister. Always making her depress and sad. One day she ran out of the house crying because he had threatened her. She decided to go and visit my dads grave. When she got there she poured her heart out to my dad and had a good cried. (Note: my dad loves us very much and is very protective of his children) Afterwards she left the cemetery and went to pick up my mom at my aunts house. In the meanwhile my brother in law was home alone. (This part is from what he experienced.) While he was home and was in their bedroom he heard a voice calling his name. He thought he was just hearing things and just ignored it. The voice got louder, Doua, Doua!! He jumped, and ran to the living room but no one was there. He followed the voice and it led him to my moms bedroom. He opened the door and on my moms table with all her Hmong dolls, the biggest ones mouth was moving and calling his name and then spoke to him and said, yog koj rov qab ua kuv tus ntxhais nyuaj siab thiab quaj dhua kuv yuav tsis tseg koj kiag li nawb. And then the doll pointed at him and he freaked out and ran out the house. He was so scared that he didnt come home until my sister and my mom was home. He apologized to my sister and told her what happened.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 13:27:06 +0000
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