The funeral proceeded as usual — slow, solemn, and silent, broken only by muffled sobs and the priest’s words. In the center of the hall stood a coffin lined with white fabric. Inside lay a young man, taken too soon by a tragic accident. Standing nearby was his wife, pale and distant, and their young daughter — a two-year-old girl in a black dress.
The little girl stood quietly, holding onto the edge of the coffin. No one expected much from her — at that age, people believed children didn’t yet understand what death meant.
At the very end of the ceremony, the girl was brought closer to the coffin. She looked at her father for a long time. At first silently, then she frowned, and suddenly — she screamed out in despair:
