The widower noticed that all the flowers he left on his wife’s grave kept disappearing: he decided to set up a camera to find out the truth — and was horrified by what he saw
It had already been six months since the widower lost his wife. His life no longer had meaning. Every morning he woke up in an empty apartment where everything reminded him of her — her cup in the kitchen, her scarf on the hanger, her perfume, whose scent still lingered in the air.
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But the most important ritual became Sunday. Each week he went to the cemetery and brought red roses — the very ones she had adored in her lifetime. He placed them at the grave and sat there for a long time, as if speaking to her.
However, three weeks in a row he noticed something strange: the flowers he brought for his wife disappeared. Not wilted, not thrown away — just gone.
In despair, he went to the cemetery guard:
— Tell me, haven’t you seen who is taking the flowers from this grave?
The old man shrugged:
— Haven’t seen anyone. And it’s not my business. If you want to know, you’ll have to find out yourself.
On the screen appeared a little girl, about eight years old. She walked up to the grave, took the bouquet, and quickly ran away. But where and why — the camera didn’t show.
The man watched the recording over and over, trying to find an answer, but he couldn’t understand. Why would a child take someone else’s flowers?
This tormented him the whole week.
And then the next Sunday he came again with a bouquet. Suddenly, he saw her — the same girl. She was standing at a neighboring grave, holding old, withered roses in her hands. The widower carefully approached:
— Little one… is it you who takes the flowers from this grave?
The child grew frightened, wanted to run, but he gently stopped her.
— Don’t be afraid, I’m not angry. Just tell me — why?
The girl lowered her head and whispered:
— My little brother is here. He died in the spring. Mom can’t buy flowers. But I don’t want him to lie here all alone… I thought the lady from the beautiful grave wouldn’t mind if I took her flowers.
The widower’s heart ached. He was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.
Next time he brought two bouquets. One for his wife. And one for the boy. And when the girl saw this, her eyes lit up with joy.
— Thank you, sir, — she said, pressing the flowers to her chest. — Now he will never be alone again
