Not many noticed unless they looked close. Not even your own mother. The glare in all the pictures that were taken of you. Subtle, yet easily mistaken for the sun or bad lighting. But you had known the true reason since you were little. Mom thought it was just imaginary friends at first when you mentioned seeing strange people - some mean, some nice, others creepy.

You never mentioned the truth to her - why would she believe you saw ghosts or spirits? And who would've believed a 6 year old anyways, when you first considered confessing? Well, things had started spilling into school, with the way you 'misbehaved' now seeping back in & the bullying in full force, & Mom noticed how you were being affected. So one cold November day as you came home, you found her sitting in the living room of your small house - next to a man with dark hair & glasses, his form shrouded by a light brown coat. They both turned, & she greeted you before choosing to leave you be with him. You stood stuck by the front door for a while, staring at him. He gave a subtle smile.

"Hallo."