In the station, the boy sat on a large chair, his feet dangling, holding a broken toy car in his hand. His big, watery eyes stared blankly. The officer who had brought him took off his cap and sighed deeply.
— What’s your name, little one? — he asked gently.
— Radu… — the child replied in a faint voice.
— And where do you live, Radu?
— I don’t know… Sometimes at my uncle’s, sometimes I’m not allowed in the house.
The woman from Child Protection approached and leaned down towards him.
— Tell me, dear, why do you go to that grave every day?
— Because she is my mother. She loved me. I feel her. When I’m there, I’m not afraid anymore.
The two officials looked at each other in silence. The policeman ran his hand over his forehead.
— I checked. The woman buried there was named Ana Marinescu. She never had children…
The woman sighed lightly.
— Maybe he resembles his real mother, or… maybe the boy knew her.
After a few days of searching, the truth came to light. Radu’s mother had died two years ago in a fire. His father, fallen into the vice of alcohol, had left him mostly on the streets. One day, the child got lost and ended up at the cemetery. There he saw Ana’s picture — a woman with a gentle face, smiling warmly. Since then, in his mind, she had become the lost mother.
— She chose me… — Radu told those who tried to convince him he was mistaken. — When I saw her, I knew it was her.
Social workers took him to a children’s center, but the first days were hard. He didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t eat, didn’t sleep. One morning, the teacher found him drawing. On the paper was a young woman with long hair, standing next to a cross.
— It’s my mother, but now she has wings — he said, smiling. — And she watches over me.
His words touched everyone’s hearts. Soon, the boy’s story spread, and a woman from the city, a teacher without children, came to see him.
— Hello, Radu, I’m Irina — she said with a warm voice. — Can I stay with you for a bit?
He nodded. They talked for hours. About toys, about rain, about mothers.
A few months later, Irina began the adoption process. When one day she told the boy that he would go home with her, Radu teared up.
— But what about my mother… the one in the cemetery? — he asked.
— She will always be there, my dear. But now it’s time for you to enjoy life. I will be by your side.
On the day they left together, Radu asked her to stop by the cemetery first. He placed a small flower on the grave and whispered:
— Thank you for finding me. Now I have a mother again.
Irina took his hand, and they both smiled. The sky brightened, and a ray of sunshine appeared among the clouds. A ray that fell right over the cold stone, where a child’s heart had finally found peace.
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