Kelsey's POV
"Mother. Were you here listening to us the whole time?" I asked. "Well, I wanted to hear you sing. You finally got your father to sing. He never sang after Don Juan. Kelsey good job." my mother replied. "Why thanks mother. Father sang beautifully."
"Thank you" my father said smiling at us as he was grilling the cheese sandwiches. "Supper is done Kelsey!" father said smiling at the two of us. I held mother's warm hand and we walked to the table. There was three seats for the three of us. I sat in the middle, while father on the left side, and mother sat at the right of me. Father poured a bowl of soup for me and one for himself. He placed a grilled cheese sandwich on my plate and did the same thing for himself. "Christine, would you like anything?" my father asked my mother. "No thank you Erik. I cannot eat because I am a... spirit." I dipped my sandwich in my soup and ate small bites at a time. I then took a sip of water from my little flask. From time to time, mother, and I would talk about our past. Father told me that his mother hated him because of his face, so she put a cloth mask on him. His mother never cared about him, so he fled with some circus freaks. There, he was called the 'the living death.'" He got whipped and been called names. He soon became a great ventriloquist and magician. Father said that after supper he would show me a couple of his magic tricks. I loved magic. Card tricks, hat tricks, you name it! After supper, when we put our dishes in the sink, father sat down in the comfy chair in the living room. He patted his lap for me to come sit. I carefully sat down on his lap; not wanting to hurt him. HE actually took off his mask! He smiled down at me. I smiled back at my father. I wasn't scared of his face with scars, cuts and burnt skin. He was as any normal person. I didn't care if he was a phantom. He was my father; so kind,soft, and loved music. Mother walked toward us and stood at the edge of the chair. She put a hand on my father, and the other on me. We were a family. Even though my mother is dead and she is a ghost, she is still alive to me, just like any other day. We all hugged each other. I was in the middle of both of them; mother and father on the sides. Mother and father kissed; a long and passionate kiss. Then, father picked me up and mother and father kissed me at the same time. I was truly with my real parents; a singer, and a phantom.