When my father was in second year high school,his mother died early because she's an alcoholic woman.My father was so upset of what was happened.He felt that the world was tumbling down on him because ever since he was relying on his mother or let say he was a "mama's boy"...
My father told me that every night when my grandmother arrived,she will went upstairs and touched the head of my father.And my father was so pleased with my grandmother.But all of these was gone when my grandmother died...The whole family didn't expect that it will happen.The father of my father was very disappointed,he felt empty in that day.Both of them wished to change the past but its too late,they can't change the will of God.Since then,they thought every thing was lost.Their land was sold and my father didn't finished his studies...
And one night,there was an unexpected visitor...My father was sleeping together with his brothers...And suddenly,he heard a footsteps of sandals going to their room...My father can't explained his feelings.He felt scared but excited.He hugged his father and hid on his blanket.The footsteps became closer and closer and it stopped at his side and touched his head...
Before I really don't believe that the dead communicates with the living,when my father told me his story still I strongly don't believe......
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