Earliest memory

My earliest memory is visiting my dad at Ball State as he was finishing up his doctoral thesis and I was 3 years old and he had this tiny place while my mom and siblings stayed in Indianapolis in our house and my dad and I slept on the floor in his tiny place because the bed was a single and too small for both of us and I woke in the middle of the night and there, sitting on the edge of the bed, was a woman--a ghost--and she was staring down at my dad and I and I was so terrified that I closed my eyes and drove myself deep against my father and when we woke the next morning the ghost was gone and we had waffles for breakfast. Anyway, this is my painting. I like it.