I go with my dad sometimes when he works. We visit lots of homes, going door to door, and meeting many people. Each time, I dress up in my cloak and bring my little bag hoping for some treats, but people never seem happy to see us. Dad says we’re there to guide souls, which is an important job, but I don’t get why nobody gives us candy. I mean, we’re guests, right?
It's really confusing. Dad says it's not the same as Halloween, but maybe when I get bigger, someone will toss a candy or two into my bag. Until then, I’ll keep carrying my bag—just in case.
