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
When my five-year-old daughter, Ella, pointed to the pale-yellow house across the street and said she saw her dead brother smiling from the window, my world cracked open all over again. Could grief twist the mind this cruelly—or was something far stranger alive on our quiet street? It had been just a month since Lucas was killed. My little boy, only eight, taken in a single moment because a driver didn’t see him riding his bike home from school. He was gone, just like that. Since that day, life had