My Son Died, but My 5-Year-Old Daughter Said She Saw Him in the Neighbor’s Window – When I Knocked at Their Door, I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes
When my five-year-old daughter, Ella, pointed to the pale-yellow house across the street and said she saw her dead brother smiling at her from the window, my world shattered all over again. Could grief really twist a child’s mind that cruelly? Or had something far stranger taken root in that quiet street? It had been exactly a month since my son, Lucas, was killed. Only eight years old. A driver didn’t see him riding his bike home from school. Just like that, he was gone. Since that day, life had