My Son Died, but My 5-Year-Old Said She Saw Him in the Neighbor’s Window — When I Knocked, I Couldn’t Believe What I Found
It had only been a month since I buried my son when my five-year-old daughter pointed to the house across the street and whispered, “Mommy, Lucas is there.” Her small finger trembled as she pointed to the pale-yellow home with the peeling shutters — a house that always seemed too quiet, too still. I wanted…