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

And for a moment, I thought I saw the curtain shift. Just slightly. Like someone had been standing there, watching.

My heart skipped a beat.

It was probably nothing, I told myself.

Probably the wind.

But deep down, something in me stirred. What if Ella was right?

***

It had been a week since Ella first mentioned seeing her brother in that window. Every day, her story stayed the same.

“He’s there, Mom.

He’s looking at me,” she’d say while eating her cereal or brushing her doll’s hair.

At first, I tried to correct her. I told her Lucas was in heaven, that he couldn’t be in the window across the street. But she only looked at me with those clear blue eyes and said, “He misses us.”

After a while, I stopped arguing.

I just nodded, kissed her forehead, and said, “Maybe he does, sweetheart.”

Each night, after tucking her into bed, I’d find myself standing at the window again. The pale-yellow house sat there in the dark.

Ethan noticed my restlessness. One night, he found me standing there again and asked softly, “You’re not… actually thinking there’s something there, are you?”

“She’s so sure, Ethan,” I murmured.

“What if she’s not just imagining it?”

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