After fifteen painful days in the hospital following a terrible car accident, I began noticing a young girl sitting beside my bed every evening. She looked about thirteen, had dark hair and gentle eyes, and never seemed to disturb anyone. My children lived far away, and her visits became the only thing I looked forward to. One evening, when I was feeling particularly hopeless, she leaned closer and whispered, “Be strong. You’ll smile again.” Her words brought me unexpected comfort.
Eventually, I recovered enough strength to speak. I decided to ask the nurses about her. Their expressions changed immediately. Nobody had seen her, and nobody knew who she was. Then one nurse quietly asked me something that made my blood run cold…
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