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On Christmas Eve, Chefy and Kat had fallen asleep in the family room. While I was watching TV, I heard a noise that sounded like a whistle. I muted the TV and listened for the sound, but heard nothing. Ginger, our Shih Tzu, got up and went in the piano room, then came back and got on the bean bag with Kat. I resumed watching A Christmas Story, and a few minutes later, I heard the whistle again. Ginger heard it too and she jumped up and ran toward the piano room. I muted the TV in time to hear the whistle again. It was coming from the piano room.
No one was here except for the three of us. I was covered in goosebumps when I felt a chill and heard the whistle one last time. Then it dawned on me, the whistling sounded like my daddy. The sound was coming from the piano room, where my Daddy's urn is sitting. Without even a second thought, I said, " Merry Christmas Daddy. I miss you." I never heard the whistle again.
What do you think?