3 As Frankie opened her eyes from her dream she couldn’t help but to still feel scared. But, before she could even process what her mind had conjured up, her eyes adjusted from their sleepy blurriness, revealing a man sitting in the corner of her room. “DADDDD!” she screamed. “They are not here,” he nonchalantly said. Frankie lunged for the door, but the man was ghostly quicker than her. She didn’t even think she saw him move, he just appeared there. She landed with her arms through his thick cloak. It was a green, thick robe, yet Francesca’s hands went right through. Before Frankie had any more time to process who or what this man was in front of her, he handed her a lily flower. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you.” The man spoke in a strong yet calming tone. “This can’t be real, this can’t be real. I’m still dreaming, that’s what it is! Just a very very vivid dream!” Frankie exclaimed to herself. “I’ll just get back into bed and I will wake up for real.” As Frankie got closer to her bed in an attempt to make sense of everything, the man spoke again softly, yet Frankie felt the vibrations in her chest. “I don’t want you to be scared. I understand your fear. I have some bread here for you if you are hungry.” Francesca still couldn’t help but to stare blankly at the ghostly man before her. “The Italian spirit is something I once lived for. I like to check on my people here and there to see how we are doing in the world. Ok, principessa?” Principessa was a name Frankie had not been called in a long while. It was a nickname given to her by Nonna Teresa; it stopped her from being able to think for a moment. After a few seconds of blank thought, Frankie snapped out of it.
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