Mariam sat by the window, the pain pounding in her heart growing stronger again. Nothing was unusual outside: the same yard, the same tree, the same silence. But one thing had changed… under the tree lay a small, worn-out teddy bear. David’s favorite toy, the one he had carried with him that fateful day.
The bear had disappeared after the accident. No one had found it.
But now it was lying in the same place where David always left it, at the root of the tree.
Mariam walked slowly outside, as if afraid to approach. When she picked up the bear, she felt that there was something inside. She opened the small bundle and found the picture that David had drawn the day before the accident.
The picture showed them, mother and son, holding hands.
But in the second small picture right next to it, David had drawn something that his mother had never seen:
She had drawn herself, Mariam, sitting on her bed, crying.
And next to it she had written:
“If you ever cry, look up. I am standing there, but not in the sky… inside you.”
Mariam’s strength was not enough; she sat down on the spot.
At that moment, she realized for the first time that her son had not abandoned her.
Her son had left her messages, so small, but so profound.
No one prepares a mother for the loss of her child, but David somehow understood at his young age that a mother would live with pain. And he had tried to help her live through that pain.
That night Mariam sat for a long time by the window.
And when the wind moved the curtain, she felt such a gentle and kind breath that only David had.
She closed her eyes and whispered:
“I am looking in the right direction, David… thank you for not leaving me alone.”
