From Soraya:

My name is Soraya and I am 15.

All my life I have dreamed of meeting my grandfather who lived in Iran. I am sorry to say that I never got to meet him when he was alive. Three days after the new millenium he passed away from a stroke. When my mother told me I cried in my room for a long time. After I finished my tears we went to my cousin's house to talk together for comfort.

My Uncle told us that Grandpa told him and his other siblings a long time ago that when he died he didn't want it to make people sad. When we got home I cried in my bed. I cried until, after awhile, I felt someone standing at the edge of my bed.

I looked up and nothing was there but I felt someone was. I believed it was my grandpa trying to stop me from feeling sad. He leaned over and rubbed my cheek in a circular motion, and I could feel his hands were very warm.

I stopped crying and had a huge smile on my face because I finally got to meet my grandpa. A couple days later I heard my dad crying downstairs as I did my homework. I have never heard my dad cry before but I knew it was because he was sad about his father. That night I told him about what happened and he asked "when he touched your cheek did he move his hand in a circular motion?"

And I said, "YES!"

He told me that he did this to comfort all his children.

I was happy to tell my dad about this because after that he wasn't as sad because he knew his dad was still there.

Now I know that it really was my grandpa that night. Sometimes I wish he would come back, but I know I will see him again someday.