[ WP ] You are a little girl who recently lost her mother and moved to a new state and has no friends ... except the ghost .

I called her Mummy, but she was n't my real Mummy. See, she had gone away. Gone away forever, to a better place. That's what Daddy said anyway. 
 
 But my new Mummy helped me in other ways. She was always there, even at school. 
 `` Listen to the teacher,'' she would say when I got distracted by the crayons, and I listened. 
 `` Say thank you,'' she'd demand when I forgot my manners, and I did. 
 
 She would also play with me, but nobody else could see her. We'd dance around in our skirts to the music only we could hear. We'd sang songs which had been forgotten for hundreds of years. 
 
 I think the other children were jealous of me. They would call me names, and exclude me from their own play. But that did n't matter, I had Mummy and that's all I needed. 
 
 Daddy seemed worried. The teachers told him I was n't making friends. Kids should make friends they said, but I already had one. Other friends would leave me, even old Mummy left me. I did n't want anyone else. 
 
 I never told Daddy about my new friend. I do n't think they would get on. Daddy would still cry in the night, he would n't understand. 
 `` Make him understand,'' said new Mummy. `` Make him see.'' 
 `` I'm not to touch those,'' I told her in the kitchen. 
 
 But one night, Daddy's crying was too much. 
 `` You can help him. You know what to do.'' And I did know what to do. 
 
 That's how I got my new Daddy. 
 
 

