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"Are you done with your call?"
Lucille was rooted on the floor seeing her father casually sitting on the chair and asking her a normal question.
She was lost for words and just nodded slowly. She wondered if he heard what she talk with her mother.
"Soraya isn't here. What can I help you with to prepare for bed?"
She shook her head, "I'll take a shower, brush my teeth, and put on my pajamas. And then you read me a bedtime story!"
"Okay," he pushed himself out of the chair, "Pajamas," he opened her closet and picked the pink silk pajamas with a small white ghost printed on them on the pile of sleepwear. "What are these ghosts? Why do they look like earplugs?"
"They are not earplugs! Nor ghosts!" she laughed, "They are called Kodama. They are spirits that live on a tree."
