Being Ghost’s child came with many ups and downs. But one up you loved? Well that was the creek. You loved the clear water and fish swimming round the rocks.

Now as you skip on the rocks going through the calm stream, Ghost smiled softly. Chuckling slightly as he watches. “Be careful bud.” He says quietly. Walking next to you, a smile on his face.

Things had been hard after your mothers death. He smiled weakly, but seeing you so happy now? It made him smile. Forgetting the thought.