I was in my early teen, when I was visiting alone with an old aunty in the family. I remember her house as being this huge place, but when I came back as an adult and visit the same place, it seems so small.
We would play cards, or make long walks at the beach, take the bus into town before heading home with a couple of cakes for the afternoon tea.
In the evening I got to sleep in her husband’s old office, while she slept in the bedroom right next to me.
I still recall the first night, when she showed me where I was going to sleep, I turned around and asked her if she thought I was okay, and we didn’t need his permission?
I said okay and believed her, went and brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. I did feel okay, I was sleeping on his old couch, with all his books around me, it made me happy. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. In the middle of the night, someone woke me up. At first, I thought it was her, not knowing why, when I opened my eyes it was still dark.
The moon cast a sleepy light through the curtains, and I could see it was not her, but my uncle. He was upset and asked me what I was doing in his bedroom. I told him, that I have gotten permission to sleep on the couch. He asked who I was, and I told him who I was, and I could hear it in his tone of voice. Ahh is it just you, then yes you have the permission to sleep in my bedroom. It took me a while to fall asleep again, more because I could hear him walking around in the offices, reading a book, sitting at his desk. But it did feel good.
In the morning I told my Aunty about what had happened during the night, she smiled and said, yes he comes in the middle of the night, and work a bit before he leaves again.
She was afraid of telling me, also before she didn’t know if I believe in it or not. I was so happy to hear he was there. The following night, my aunty kept the door open just a bit, just in case I got scared. He came, and I woke up and said hello, he came over gently touched my cheek, and said hello. My aunty woke up with the sound of my voice, saying hello, she smiled, she knew he was there.
As always, looking out of my nearly closed eyes, I could see him sitting at his desk reading, while I slowly fell asleep on his couch. I remember waking up a couple of times, when he came over to look at me before he left again.
As I grew older, each time I visit until my Aunty died, I always wanted to stay in his office. After she died, I couldn’t feel him anymore, but I do believe he still visits his daughter one in a while.