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

A month after my eight-year-old son Lucas died in a bike accident, grief still filled every corner of our home. His room remained untouched, his Lego set unfinished, his laughter echoing only in memory. I was barely holding myself together for my husband, Ethan, and our five-year-old daughter, Ella.

Then one afternoon, Ella looked up from her crayons and said casually, “Mom, I saw Lucas in the window.”

She pointed to the pale-yellow house across the street.

I told myself it was imagination—grief speaking through a child too young to understand death. But Ella insisted. “He waved,” she said.

For days, she repeated the same story. And one morning, walking past that house, I saw it too—a small boy’s silhouette behind the curtain. He looked impossibly like Lucas.

Unable to live with the uncertainty, I rang the doorbell.

The woman who answered explained everything. The boy was her nephew, Noah—eight years old—staying with her while his mother was hospitalized. He liked to draw by the window. He’d noticed a little girl across the street waving and thought she wanted to play.

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