Good Night, Old Friend
A warm goodbye on Pine Street
The last night with Yuki came very quickly.
She told me it was time to say .
"I am not sad anymore," Yuki said with a smile.
"You gave me a friend, and that is ."
I took the old photo up into the quiet attic.
I placed it gently on the dusty wooden floor.
"This is your home, and it always will be."
Yuki looked at the photo and her face glowed softly.
"Thank you, Mina," she whispered close to my ear.
"I will always watch over you and your family."
A warm light filled the attic for one moment.
Then Yuki slowly faded, like a gentle morning .
"Good night, old friend," I said with quiet tears.
The attic became , and the air felt kind.
The next morning, the cold room was not cold.
Warm came through the clean, bright window.
I put my hand on the wall and smiled.
The small tapping sound was gentle now, not scary.
It felt like a friend saying a soft hello.
I told my family the whole story at breakfast.
They listened, and my mother held my hand warmly.
Our house on Pine Street was quiet and happy.
I will keep Yuki's notebook for my whole life.
And I will always my kind, old friend.
Some friends stay in our hearts, even after .