Sassy says, “Are you our God?  Did our god send you?”

I told her that I was not a God but perhaps her God sent me.

She replied, “My mom has a God that sits next to her.  She is pretty woman that wears bright colored flowered shirts.  She loves my mom so she loves me too. She comes and calms my mom when I do not feel well.”

This is her person’s deceased mother.