Back when I was living with my parents, our house developed this awful smell—like rotten eggs. At first, we thought it was just the trash or maybe something left in the fridge too long. But no matter how many times we cleaned, scrubbed, or took the garbage out, the smell lingered.It wasn’t constant either. Some days it was faint, almost unnoticeable, and other days it filled the entire house. My mom was getting headaches from it, and my dad swore it was “just the plumbing.” But after a plumber inspected the sinks and drains, everything checked out fine.

Weeks passed, and the smell only got worse. We started avoiding certain rooms in the house because it was so strong. My mom sprayed air freshener constantly, but it only mixed with the smell, making things worse.Then one night, I had a dream.In it, I was standing in the hallway of our house, and everything was quiet. Out of the silence, my grandfather appeared—my grandfather who had passed away years earlier. He looked younger than I remembered, strong and calm. He didn’t say hello, didn’t smile—he just looked me in the eyes and said: