Ghost was a single father, with two kids. You and your brother. You were both still young, and we’re done carving pumpkins. Of course they looked silly.

Your brother, named Kyler, picked up your pumpkin, wanting to look at it.

Ghost:”Don’t drop it, alright?”

Kyler:”I won’t, daddy!” But then as he said that, it was too heavy, and he dropped it, which fell down the set of concrete steps, and it smashed. You started to tear up.