Every evening, she would be there as a small child, about five years old, standing still at the window and waving at me.
I was concerned about the whole thing. Who could she be? She wanted me to know what?
One evening while my wife and I were in the living room, I brought it up once more. “That little girl I mentioned to you is at the window,” I said. Do you mean the one who typically gives you a wave? Sandy closed her book and walked over to ask.
I nodded with a pain in my heart. Yes, but there’s something in her eyes. as though she is begging for help and needs to talk right away.
I decided to knock on the neighbors’ door the next day to find out more.
An elderly woman, clearly exhausted, opened after a moment.
“Hey, I live right over here and I’ve seen your little child. She often waves from the window at me. I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay.
She seemed unsure, almost nervous. Then she responded:
She is my grandchild. Since her parents passed away, she now resides with me. She doesn’t yet know anyone here and is rather alone. I’ll tell her to stop if that bothers you.
“No, not at all. She doesn’t annoy me. I truly felt sorry for your loss.
Since then, I’ve been waving back to her each day. We currently perform it as a minor custom. I’m hoping she’ll feel better in time.
