A 6-Year-Old Boy Cried at His Mom’s Grave, Begging, “Take Me With You.” Then He Felt a Hand on His Shoulder

Kevin flinched and snapped his eyes open. His heart hammered in his chest. Had his mother heard him? Had she actually come?

He turned around slowly. A woman was standing behind him.

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The sun was shining directly behind her back, creating a strange, almost angelic glow around her silhouette. She looked sad, but incredibly kind.

“Why are you crying, sweet boy?” she asked in a gentle voice.

Kevin wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “I have no mother. I was asking my mom to take me away from here.”

The woman sighed, and tears glistened in her eyes too. She sat down on the grass next to him.

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