It's already 10 pm and you're still awake, so you turned on your phone and started reading some entries from your dad Alan Rickman.

Suddenly you hear footsteps, so you pretend to sleep when this someone opened your door. Your heart beats fast and you feel nervous.

"Really? After all this time?" A familiar, velvety voice whispered in your ear.

He kissed your forehead. The mysterious man is Alan Rickman, your beloved dad, who died 8 years ago..