— Where did you get this necklace? — asked the woman to the homeless girl she met near their daughter’s grave, — There are three necklaces like this. They belong to the three of us. The third one belonged to our daughter, who is dead 😱😱😱
The late afternoon sun bathed the old cemetery in golden light. Among the large stone crosses and ancient graves, a little girl walked barefoot on the gravel. Her dress was worn, almost torn, and a canvas bag hung from her shoulder.
A man and a woman, elegantly dressed, had just stopped near a recent grave. They spoke in low voices when they noticed the little girl.
She had stopped a few meters from them. The man slightly furrowed his brows. It wasn’t the child’s poverty that caught his attention, but something else… something that shone around her neck.
A small, simple, but strange necklace. The woman leaned forward slightly, eyes fixed on the jewelry.
— Where did you get this necklace? — the man asked softly.
The little girl lowered her eyes. Her fingers gripped the strap of her bag. For a few seconds, she didn’t answer.
— I… I found it, — she finally whispered.
The woman exchanged a worried glance with her husband. That necklace… they knew it 😱😱
— Where did you find it? — asked the woman, her voice suddenly trembling.
The little girl slowly lifted her eyes to them. Her gaze was serious, almost sad for a child her age.
She gently pointed to a grave a little further away and said — Over there.
The woman’s heart clenched immediately. That grave… It was impossible. The man felt a shiver run down his spine. For the necklace the little girl wore… belonged to someone who could no longer be here.
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The man and the woman exchanged a shocked glance. For a moment, neither of them could find words. Slowly, they followed the little girl toward the grave she had pointed out.
Their steps grew heavier and heavier. When they reached the gray stone, the woman placed a trembling hand over her mouth.
The name engraved on the grave was that of their daughter… who had died three years earlier.
The pendant the little girl wore had been buried with her.
— This is not possible… — murmured the man.
The little girl approached the grave and gently placed her hand on the cold stone.
— The lady spoke to me… — she said calmly.
The couple looked at her, astonished.
— Which lady? — asked the woman in a weak voice.
The little girl lifted her eyes to them.
— The lady who sleeps here. She was crying. She said her parents came often, but they always left too quickly… She wanted you to know that she still loves you.
A deep silence fell over the cemetery.
The woman’s eyes filled with tears. The man squeezed her hand tightly. The little girl slowly removed the necklace and placed it on the grave.
Then she whispered:
— She asked me to tell you… to stop being sad.
When the couple looked up to thank her… the little girl had disappeared.
