You know that feeling when you sense that something is missing and you can’t understand why you feel that way? That’s exactly what Leo felt. He had gotten used to his activities with his grandpa before going to bed, and doing them for the first time without him was really difficult. The mother kissed her children goodnight and went downstairs.
She had discovered a whole different side of her father through these objects. How had she never noticed all these things in the house before? She thought back to her childhood. Her father had told her the same stories he told her children. But were they really just stories?