My relative had a 8-year-old daughter who died of leukemia many years ago. I knew her. She was a pretty and intelligent girl, with big eyes, fair complexion and looked like a doll. She contracted leukemia when she was 5. By the time she succumbed to the disease, she was very skinny and had a few strands of hair left.
It was the 7th day after the girl passed away. Her parents and little brother were at home when suddenly they heard music coming from the girl's bedroom. Entering the room, where the music was coming from, they saw a card which was opened, lying on the girl's writing desk. It was the musical birthday card that her parents had given to the girl on her last birthday. And they saw this big white butterfly flying, circling around the card gracefully in the room. My relative was certain that the card was stacked away somewhere, and not opened. However, they were not afraid. They were at peace, for they knew that their little girl has come home.
It was the 7th day after the girl passed away. Her parents and little brother were at home when suddenly they heard music coming from the girl's bedroom. Entering the room, where the music was coming from, they saw a card which was opened, lying on the girl's writing desk. It was the musical birthday card that her parents had given to the girl on her last birthday. And they saw this big white butterfly flying, circling around the card gracefully in the room. My relative was certain that the card was stacked away somewhere, and not opened. However, they were not afraid. They were at peace, for they knew that their little girl has come home.
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