I was outside. It was in the middle of the night. I was surrounded by darkness. It was cold. The wind was pushing me closer and closer to my house. I was all alone – walking. I didn’t know why I was walking or where I had been. The only thing on my mind was my son. I was out looking for my son? I didn’t know. He had been asking me about work. He’s five years old. Should he be asking me about work?
I started talking to myself.
It’s happening to me again. I can’t stop thinking about work.
I opened the door. I walked inside. I had been walking for two hours. I had been at work for ten hours. It was dark inside. I was freezing.
My son was standing in the kitchen. I turned on the light. He was pale. His eyes, they were staring right at me. He told me that he had just watched a ghost walk by. The ghost had tried to speak to him, but my son couldn’t hear any sound.
I told him to stop. Please stop. I’m tired.
He continued to stare at me, waiting for me to tell him that there are no such things as ghosts. But I didn’t say anything. I turned around, facing the leftovers on the table. I was hungry. The knife on the table reminded me of a story. The story reminded me of work.
My son was pointing at the window.
What’s that? I asked.
Sure. From the ghost. Yes. Our neighbor is a ghost. You’re absolutely right.
Did you tell me this just because you…?
He continued to stare at me. He smiled, and then he continued talking.
Relax Dad. It’s not our neighbor. The ghost is you. Don’t you see. All work and no play. You need passion dad. Stop thinking. Stop analyzing. Start playing. Don’t you see? You’re the ghost dad. You’re the ghost.