At her father’s wake, 8-year-old Camila never left his side. She sat quietly by the coffin, refusing food or rest—only asking for a chair so she could be closer.
Late that night, she climbed onto the chair and slipped into the coffin, curling up against him. Gasps spread when his hand seemed to rest gently on her back, as if returning her embrace. The room froze, but her grandmother softly said, “Let her be.”
Moments later, the hand fell still. Camila stirred, then walked into her mother’s arms and finally wept. Through her tears, she whispered, “Daddy told me not to worry—he’ll stay with me always.”
