Ever since then, I continued on to talk to my father's grave and speak about my day. The more I did this, the more I felt I wasn't talking to Father, but to someone else who was listening to me. It was strange to put it in words, but there was just this strange aura I always felt ever since that day.
Until one day…
"Lilou, why don't you stay for the night?" Old Olly asked, staring at me worriedly. I glanced at the sky and it would be soon nightfall. I shifted my gaze back to Old Olly when she added, "There had been recent attacks in the neighboring towns. So, it'll be safer for you if you stay here tonight." She offered kindly.
My lips curled up into a smile. "Thank you, Old Olly, but I'll be fine." I nodded reassuringly.
