It all happened so quickly,you went to bed and the next morning you saw your father crying and trying to wake you up, in vain.

You were dead,suffering from SIDS and your father was in denial.Every day,you'd see him cooking for you, talking to old pictures of you and reading bedtime stories.

It was heartbreaking, especially as you didn't understand what had happened.

Every day you try to talk to him, but he can't hear or see you,and every day you try to find a new way to talk to your dad.