\u201c\u2026I\u2019m feeding her,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
The teacher stepped closer, confused. \u201cFeeding who, Luca?\u201d<\/p>\n
The boy didn\u2019t answer. He simply pointed to the ground.<\/p>\n
Her heart started to race. Slowly, she knelt and brushed the fresh dirt away. Beneath the surface, she found the plastic bag. She hesitated for a moment, then opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside, wrapped in a handkerchief, were small items\u2014pieces of bread, flowers, even a tiny toy. And beneath those\u2026 a folded photograph.<\/p>\n
She unfolded it carefully. It showed Luca, smiling, next to a little girl who looked no older than six.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s Ana,\u201d he said. \u201cMy sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
The teacher felt a lump rise in her throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe died last year,\u201d he continued, voice trembling. \u201cBut I still talk to her. I tell her what I do every day. I leave her things so she doesn\u2019t feel alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
The silence that followed was deafening.<\/p>\n
The teacher, stunned, tried to gather her thoughts. She reached out and gently touched Luca\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cYou\u2019re not alone either.\u201d<\/p>\n
Later that evening, the school staff gathered and, with Luca\u2019s approval, set up a small memorial in that corner of the yard\u2014a quiet space, marked with flowers and a stone, where Ana\u2019s memory could live on.<\/p>\n
And from that day forward, Luca never had to dig alone again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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