A week after losing her 8-year-old daughter, Lily, to cancer, a grieving mother returned from the funeral emotionally shattered. But as she pulled into her driveway, she froze. A bright, circus-like tent stood in her backyard. On the day of her daughter’s funeral, it felt like a cruel joke.
Shaking, she opened the tent and found a bundle wrapped in a blanket, eerily similar to the one Lily had in the hospital. Her heart raced as the bundle moved. Peeling back the blanket, she discovered a little girl with pale blonde hair and familiar blue eyes—Lily’s eyes.
“Hi, Mommy,” the girl said softly. “Did you miss me?”
The woman was overwhelmed, caught between disbelief and longing. The girl explained she wasn’t there physically but came back to comfort her. “I’m okay, Mommy. You need to be okay too.”
When the girl disappeared, the mother, though heartbroken, felt a fragile sense of peace.
