One day a little girl was playing at the park. A pleasant breeze blew through the park as the sun shined bright overhead. Other kids were playing on the slides and bars as she swung back and forth on the swing, smiling.

The little girl suddenly felt a sadness in the air, and looking up, watched as rain clouds covered the sky, releasing small drops of rain to wash down over her face.

As the other children ran with their parents to get out of the rain, she noticed a small boy crying near the trees. She walked through the rain, her shoes splashing down in the puddles that were beginning to form, and stopped near the little boy.

“Why are you crying?” She asked.

The little boy looked at her sadly, “Because people cannot see me.”

The little girl smiled, “I see you.”

Tears streamed down the little boy’s face, “You’re not supposed to.”

“Why not?” She asked.

“I am a ghost, and people don’t like seeing ghosts. It frightens them, or makes them sad. Because of that, people learned to not see ghosts anymore.” The boy said as he turned away.

“Wait! Where are you going?” The girl asked walking over to stand in front of the boy again.

“I have to leave.” The boy said quietly.

“Why?”

The little boy tried to smile and failed. “So you can be happy.”

“Why does that mean you have to leave?” The little girl asked.

“You can’t be happy around a ghost,” The little boy said. “So I have to fade away so you cannot see me.”

“That will make me sad though,” said the little girl.

“It won’t last for long,” The little boy said as he walked past the girl. “Once we fade, no one thinks about looking at a ghost for very long.”

The little girl turned to say something to the ghost, but he was no longer there. He was gone. Faded away.

The rain stopped and the little girl looked up at the sky. The clouds had cleared and the sun was out once again, already drying the fallen rain.

The girl smiled and ran back toward the swings.

Enjoy what you do.