The child, who was on the cemetery grounds, approached the man and said, “Yesterday this boy was playing ball with me.” The man’s gaze froze, and the truth that awaited him was even heavier. Standing at his son’s grave, the father felt the familiar ache rise in his chest. Four months had passed since he said goodbye, yet the memory was as fresh and painful as ever. The cemetery was quiet, a place where he often came to feel close to his little boy. Suddenly, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned to see a young child watching him with innocent eyes.
The child’s voice was soft but steady as he spoke again. “Yesterday this boy was playing ball with me.” The father’s breath caught. Confusion and emotion tangled in his heart. He tried to calm himself, believing it must be a misunderstanding—perhaps the child had mistaken him for someone else.
