Right after the funeral of our 15-year-old daughter, my husband insisted that I get rid of her belongings, but while cleaning her room I found a strange note:
βMom, look under the bed and youβll understand everything.β
When I looked under the bed, I saw something terribleβ¦ π±π±
Right after the funeral of our only daughter, who had just turned 15, life seemed to come to a halt.
I remember standing by the grave, barely able to keep on my feet.
People around me were saying something, offering condolences, but I could hardly hear anything. There was only her white coffin.
After the funeral my husband kept saying:
β We need to throw away all her things. Theyβre just memories. Theyβll torture us as long as we keep them at home.
I couldnβt understand how he could say that. These werenβt just things β they were her scent, her touch, her dresses, her toys. I resisted as long as I could, but after a month I gave in. I decided to clean her room, where I hadnβt stepped in almost a month.
When I opened the door, it felt like everything was still the same. The air still carried a faint scent of her perfume, and on the desk lay an open notebook.
I picked up each item carefully β her dress, her hair ties, her favorite book. I cried, holding them against my chest, as if that could bring her back for just a moment.
But then, from one of her textbooks, a small folded piece of paper fell out. My heart skipped a beat.
I unfolded it β and instantly recognized my daughterβs handwriting.
On the paper it said:
βMommy, if youβre reading this, look under the bed immediately and youβll understand everything.β
I read it over and over again, my hands trembling. My chest tightened. What could she have meant?
Gathering my courage, I knelt down and looked under the bedβ¦ and what I saw there left me in shock. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI