The other night, I was reading my oldest daughter a story at bedtime from one of her favorite books of ghost stories, and afterward she asked me, “That story wasn’t true, was it, Daddy?”
“No, of course not.” I told her.
“Because things like ghosts and monsters don’t exist, do they?” she hugged me goodnight.
“No, they’re not real.” I lied and petted her head.
“No, of course not.” I told her.
“Because things like ghosts and monsters don’t exist, do they?” she hugged me goodnight.
“No, they’re not real.” I lied and petted her head.
