The passage was dark as I stepped out of my room, it was well past midnight. I followed the sound of heavy footsteps down the stairs, wondering who had made so much noise to wake me up.
As I descended the final step, I heard the kitchen window close and then I saw him.
“Daddy?” I rubbed my eyes to clear the sleep fog.
“I’ve told you people to close these windows at night, it’s not safe.” He proceeded to close the dining and sitting room windows.
“That’s better.” He sighed and relaxed into his favourite couch.
I still stood at the bottom of the stairs, almost afraid to speak.
“What… how are you even here?”
He smirked and patted the space beside him on the couch as he turned on the TV.
“Come, let’s watch Scooby-Doo.”
I settled beside him on the couch and spotted a copy of the funeral program on the centre table.
In Loving Memory of Benjamin Goldberg. Husband, Father, Friend.
I turned to face him but he was gone. I sat back and watched Scooby-Doo, tears streaming down my cheeks.
