I Was Placing Flowers on My Twins’ Grave When a Boy Suddenly Pointed at the Headstone and Said, ‘Mom… Those Girls Are in My Class’
“I know it’s been a while.” I continued, “I’m trying to be better about visiting.”
The wind tugged at my hair. And then I heard the little boy again.
“Mom! Those girls are in my class.”
I turned slowly. It wasn’t a coincidence anymore.
“Hi, babies.”
The little boy must have been six or seven. He stood a few steps away holding his mother’s hand, pointing straight at the photograph on the headstone.
His mother quickly lowered his arm. “Eli, honey, don’t point.”
She looked at me with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “He must be mistaken.”
But my heart had already started racing.
“Please… can I ask what he meant?”
The mother hesitated. She crouched to meet her son’s eyes. “Eli, why did you say that?”
“He must be mistaken.”
He didn’t look away from me. “Because Demi brought them. They’re on our wall at school, right by the door. She said they’re her sisters and they live in the clouds now.”
That name. This wasn’t random.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Demi’s your friend at school, sweetheart?”
He nodded, as if it were obvious. “She’s nice. She says she misses them.”
His mother softened. “The class did a project not too long ago. It was about who’s in your heart. Demi brought a photo with her sisters. I remember how upset she was when I fetched Eli. But look, maybe they just look alike…”
“She says she misses them.”
