There are so many memories with Albert playing tricks and fooling around.
One day when grandpa was asleep we sneaked into his room and shaved his beard along with it we painted his bald head with black paint.
He screamed like a lady when he woke up and looked himself in the mirror.
My grandma laughed a lot and so did we.
They didn't scold me because they loved me a lot.
My grandparent also knows about Albert but they fail to realise his presence until and unless I let them know.
Maybe that's what growing old is like, maybe their eyes and ears don't function properly.
After giving it a lot of thought we decided to do an eye check-up.
I asked my grandpa "dadu can you please open your eyes wide?"
He nodded and then opened his eyes wide.
I poured liquid soap in his eyes so that all the specks and dirt would be removed.
He screamed yet once again and ran towards the bathroom.
Grandma asked me why did I do it, I gave her an honest answer and she believed me. I didn't lied like other kids of my generation and she knew it. she used to always Pat my head and say that I am special. She said "Beta, it's not our eyes or ears that don't function it is actually your special powers that lets you see Angels and spirits unlike us ordinary humans, you are a clairvoyant maybe".
I felt really lucky and happy when she said those words.
I hugged her and told her that I must tell this to Albert.
She suddenly held my hand, looked at me intently and said in a low voice "Listen you are really special my love and do not share your secrets to anyone else except those people whom you can trust".
I said "Yes Dadi, I promise pakka pakka" and then I sprinted towards the backyard and saw Albert sitting under the shade of a tree.
I sat infront of him and told him everything.
He said that he is really happy for me but his eyes deceived me, it looked wet and teary, like he was about to cry. I felt like he was somewhat hiding something from me.
Then we had conversation about Ms Winky.
Oh did I forget to tell you about my pet dog Ms Winky?
Ms.Winky is a cute chihuahua.
My dad had bought it from Las vegas especially for me on my ninth birthday.
She's really mischievous and gets into trouble.
Sometimes, we can't even find her when she hides under the bed or cupboard where my little hands cannot reach. She's tiny yet troublesome.
She comforts me alot when I'm sad.
She keeps on clinging to me until I take her into my arms or keep her in my lap.
She knows that whenever my parents leave, I feel really gloomy and sad.
So she starts licking my face before my tears comes out.
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Teen Fiction×----×----×----×-----× It was one of those summer days, when you don't want to wake up or go to school. The sun was shining brightly, the rays touched my skin and I could feel the warm breeze blowing through my hair from the window near me. I had to...
