There was always white smoke coming off my grandfather’s body.

Of course he wasn’t actually on fire. There was no heat or smell either.

I never checked, but I was probably the only one who could see it.

Anyway.

My grandfather always came to greet us grandchildren with a big smile, but there was always white smoke coming off his body.

He was a kind and gentle grandfather, but in my childlike mind I was so terrified of him, I hate going to visit my grandparent’s house.

When my grandfather died, white smoke started to come off my father’s body.

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Naturally he wasn’t actually on fire. There was no heat or smell either.

I never checked but perhaps my father was also able to see the smoke that came off my grandfather’s body.

My father and I started having dinner and drinks together like he and my grandfather did.

The other day, my father died.

I realised that white smoke was coming off my body.

My younger sister’s son, who’s entering elementary school next year, looked at me and started crying that I was on fire.

Perhaps that child can also see.