The room fell silent when a little girl whispered, “Daddy’s just sleeping.” Her mother, worn out from crying, hugged her tightly, but the child’s certainty unsettled everyone.
She touched her father’s face. “Daddy?” Then—a faint sound from the coffin. Gasps filled the church as the funeral director slowly lifted the lid.
The man’s eyes fluttered open. Alive. Confused. What had begun as a funeral turned into a miracle, all because a little girl refused to stop believing.