I walk to the park, not alone. I have my daughter with me, her hair falls to her shoulders in black curls. She’s six now and I spend any spare second I can with her. Hannah stares up at me, her crystal blue eyes feel as if they are searching for something from me. A bell rings in my head and Hannah has a quizzical face. She questions me on that sound.
"Dad, I can’t see any bells?"
I stare down in shock, but I quickly compose myself. I take her to her mother and mention nothing more. I shut the front door and tap my scythe. I am in complete shock from Hannah hearing the same bells I hear when a soul needs my guidance.
I wonder just how much she inherited from me?
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