The chilling wind howled outside, mirroring the storm raging within her. A few years ago, she had lost her father, a devastating blow that had left an irreparable void in her life. As the eldest child, the weight of tradition had fallen upon her young shoulders. Despite the daunting task, she had dutifully performed the somber rituals, her heart heavy with grief.
The initial days had been a blur of activity, a desperate attempt to distract herself from the pain. But as the initial shock subsided, the reality of her loss settled in. She found herself consumed by an overwhelming sense of sorrow, tears streaming down her face as she yearned for her father's comforting presence.
One night, as she lay awake, a strange sensation washed over her. A gentle touch, a familiar warmth, and then a soft, reassuring voice. "You can manage things," it whispered, "You are my strong child. You must look after everything carefully and make the right decisions."
At first, she dismissed it as a dream, a desperate wish fulfilled by her subconscious mind. But as the days turned into weeks, the occurrences became more frequent. Whenever she felt overwhelmed or disheartened, she would sense his presence, a comforting hand on her shoulder, a soothing voice in her ear.
Over time, she learned to embrace this ethereal connection, finding solace in the knowledge that her father was watching over her. The fear and dread that had once consumed her were replaced by a sense of peace and gratitude. She realized that while her father may have departed from the physical realm, his love and guidance remained, an enduring beacon of light in her life.
*A true experience shared by a reader of JustUtter.
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