After a short breath I put the phone on the table again and looked back at the girl. She was still staring at me with her big ruby eyes. Those eyes really were something special I thought. They were so large, clear and shiny. I would’ve called them magical if I hadn’t been enlightened by my father. They were just as natural as I was, otherwise they couldn’t exist. For a moment I started to gaze into her eyes and noticed something. The dark shade in them was slowly turning brighter. She also seemed to ease up. She almost looked like she was curious all of a sudden. The straining tension also faded and before I had not noticed but the mysterious change in the air was back. It had disappeared when she saw me earlier. I couldn’t explain it but the air felt light and smooth somehow, like a warm breeze.

Her aura had completely changed and I was left bewildered again not quite knowing what to think. She continued to defy my beliefs. I tried to explain for myself what was going on but was interrupted when she suddenly started to lean towards me, like she was trying to get a better look at me. She put one of her arms forwards and slowly started to creep closer. Her eyes were now brimming with curiosity. You could see it but also feel it. She inched right up to me and started to sniff my hand then she quickly moved around me and examined me from every angle. The smell of vanilla and berries surrounding her was also really strong and almost intoxicating.

My best guess was that she suddenly got into a much better mood. Her weird appearance and smell must also be a part of why strange things were going on. I simply was not used to that person's atmosphere. Dad had told me that sometimes things might seem unnatural but it's just the brain being fooled because of an unusual situation. After all, change is supposed to be scary and the same thing goes for strange things. Our brains are just unfamiliar to what is going on and therefore we can’t see properly. A strong person would be able adjust to this shortcoming in our mind quickly thought. I needed to work harder in order to become that strong and then I would be able to make sense of this in no time.

The strange girl had situated herself in front of me on the floor while I had been indulged in thought. She seemed content. Her eyes were now bright and she was smiling. I thought nothing of it besides noticing her smile was a little contagious. But, I quickly realized that I didn’t have time to loiter around. The police should be here soon and I had to make sure everything would go as smoothly as it could so I wouldn’t unnecessarily bother the hard working people of the police force. It would probably have been the best if I was just ready to hand her over at the door. She didn’t seem scared or hostile towards me at all anymore so I expected that it would be easy to just pick her up. So I crouched down to the floor again and looked at the little girl. She was still just smiling and toying with her hair. Without much concern I reached out and grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up in the air. She seemed to enjoy it and waved her arms about like she was a bird whilst making cute little noises. Her radiant eyes were for the first time not locked on me either, instead she was looking around the room from her new elevated angle with a big smile. The sounds that she made were also strangely soothing. They probably were just really cute.

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I was still stood in the living room when I suddenly heard the doorbell ring. I thought that it must be the police so I went over to the hallway still holding the girl. But, as I was walking she managed to wiggle out of my hands and made a surprising leap over to my shoulder. Her agility was really something for her age. Hopefully, having her cling to my shoulders wouldn’t make things inconvenient.

The doorbell rang twice and I hurried to the door and opened. As I expected, there was two police officers standing outside. They greeted me and asked me to bring the girl. I thought it was strange at first. Couldn’t they see her already? Maybe she was hiding her head behind my back. I could certainly feel her holding onto my shirt. With this in mind I reached around my back and tried to grab her. I got a hold on one of her feet and used that as leverage to pull her off my back. When I had her in front of me again, holding her under her arms, I looked at the officers again. They didn’t look pleased. They looked more confused than anything. They asked me again to see the little girl which I thought was very strange. I was holding her up right in front of them. How could they not see her? I tried pushing her on to them despite the girl’s protest. They could feel her, right? I certainly could...

Nonetheless, no matter how much I emphasized her they just couldn't take notice of her in any way. I was dumbstruck. The officers were now mad, scolding me for making a prank call. But what bothered me more was her in relation to them. How come she was real for me but not for them? Was she just in my head? Did I have a mental illness? Or maybe the police officers were wrong…? Maybe they had something wrong with their head and therefore they couldn’t see her? They must have been made blind to reality. Just like father had told me most people were. That meant I was already strong enough to perceive a reality most people could not. Because those people were to weak and purposely chose to be blind, they purposely chose to not see this girl and they purposely made me look like I was in the wrong but when in reality I was the one who could see clearly. Father said that such a dilemma could happen when a strong person interacted with the weak and blind. It was the same kind of dilemma that came from arguing with an idiot. The idiot is to dumb to see that they are wrong and the weak and blind person is too weak and blind to see that their reality is wrong.

It makes sense. I’ve come one step closer to being that strong person I wanted to be. Father would certainly understand the predicament I have fallen into and he would help me out. Just when I thought this, coincidentally the police asked me where my father was. I answered with my newfound confidence and superiority that he was at work. The officers who now seemed more disgruntled asked me if I knew exactly where he worked or if they could reach him via phone. Before I answered I put the girl back on my shoulder which seem to evoke a strange reaction from the policemen. I then said that they could reach my father via his cell phone and that I had his number written down. Having the police talk with my father was what I wanted because then father could properly explain to these people that they had wrongly accused me. Everything was going to solve itself and I would be that much closer to becoming as strong as my father or even stronger.