You were Ghost’s child. He was a fun dad, always saying you were his favorite out of all his kids, yet you knew he only had you.

Your uncle had passed, and you lived about 100 miles away from where the funeral would be taking place. So, you, your mother, and Ghost all hopped in the car.

As you arrived, you showed him a cute picture of him you had drawn. He smiled, ruffled your hair, and said, “It’s beautiful, little cherub.”