The boy screamed at his mother’s grave that she was alive – no one believed him until the police
People began noticing the boy at the cemetery at the very beginning of May. He was around ten years old, no older. Every day, he came to the same grave. He would sit on the ground, pressed against the cold stone, and cry out to the sky:
— She’s alive! She’s not here!
Visitors looked at him with sympathy. Everyone thought the same thing: grief. He simply couldn’t accept the loss. Sooner or later, he’d come to terms with the fact that his mother was gone.
Visitors looked at him with sympathy. Everyone thought the same thing: grief. He simply couldn’t accept the loss. Sooner or later, he’d come to terms with the fact that his mother was gone.
But a week passed, then another, and the boy kept coming. In any weather.
The cemetery caretaker struggled to endure the daily screams. One day, he finally called the police.
A young officer arrived. He walked up to the boy.
— Hi, he said gently.
The boy flinched and looked up. His face was tear-streaked and thin, his eyes had the look of an adult.
— Do you know how to tell if someone is breathing underground? — he asked.
The officer was taken aback.
— No… that’s not something a child should be thinking about.
— They said my mom fell asleep at the wheel. But she was never tired. Not once! — the boy whispered. — And they didn’t let me say goodbye…
The officer looked at the grave. The earth… it hadn’t settled, it was fresh. A shovel lay nearby…
— Who told you that?