The girl pressed her lips together.
The others began getting ready to pay their respects at the graves.
The girl stood off to one side.
She looked up at the Tomb Ghost sitting on the gravestone.
Why?
Her eyes were full of confusion.
Why did Dad, Grandpa and Grandma, and Grandpa and Grandma on Mom's side all say there were no ghosts?
Couldn't they see ghosts?
Why?
Why, ghosts?
Unlike the girl, whose mind was full of questions, the Tomb Ghost wasn't surprised at all.
After all... the girl was the special one for being able to see it.
Special people... were always rare.
Most people couldn't see it.
It had almost forgotten that, too.
When it saw the girl, it hadn't thought anything of it and had simply floated over.
It wasn't until the girl introduced it to her family, and was about to introduce her family to it, that it realized.
It had noticed the change in the human's expression even faster than the girl had.
After a moment of confusion, it quickly understood why.
It floated back to the gravestone.
Perhaps... looking at the girl, the Tomb Ghost felt a little apologetic. It had probably caused her some trouble.
The girl had given it a present.
It had received the first gift a human had ever given it.
Even among the humans who could see it, the girl was special.
It didn't want her to get into any trouble because of it.
The Tomb Ghost's unchanging expression made the girl begin to understand.
Did the ghost... know that Dad and the others couldn't see it?
Was this normal?
And was she... the one who could see ghosts... the abnormal one?
"Nannan."
Grandma called to her granddaughter, who seemed to be lost in thought. "Come