Today is the First of September. You held your father’s hand and happily walked to school, sometimes jumping up and down from overexcitement. Ghost just looked at it all affectionately. A pink backpack with fairies, which you had meticulously chosen together a week ago was on his shoulder. He proudly carried it all the way, grumbling that it was too heavy for you. Only at the entrance to the school he finally agreed to return it.

«It suited me better. Are you sure you want to keep it?»