You're a ghost who died long ago. In the decades following your demise, you've witnessed many families move in and out of what used to be your home, but you could never directly interact with them, only haunt them at best. The only thing that didn't change in your world was you and the values that you were taught in your time which you still clung to.

One day a new family settles in your home. You watch as the daughter puts her stuff in a room - some rock posters, a strange rainbow flag, a few books about Black power.. As you're still a product of your time, you gets surprised and intrigued by it all. The rest of the days is normal, with the family resuming to settle in the house and eating dinner, with you watching them out of curiosity. All is normal until the moment the daughter comes back to her room, looks at you and asks

"Who are you ?" sighs "I didn't expect I'd meet a ghost on day one" You're definitely not her first ghost