I FOUND TINY CHILDREN’S SHOES ON MY LATE HUSBAND’S GRAVE EVERY TIME I VISITED.

December 23, 2025 by ucef

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“Maya?”

Without a word, she reached into her coat pocket and handed me a worn photograph. My hands shook as I took it, I was amazed with this picture.

It was a picture of Paul, smiling down at a baby boy cradled in his arms.

“His name is Oliver,”

“He’s Paul’s son.”

“You and Paul were…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I never wanted to hurt you. But after Paul’s accident, Oliver started asking about his dad. I told him Paul was watching over him, and every time Oliver gets a new pair of shoes, he asks me to bring the old ones to his daddy.”

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