During the funeral, a little girl climbed into her father’s coffin and refused to let him go: at first, the attendees thought she was simply grieving, until they learned the horrifying truth

During the funeral, a little girl climbed into her father’s coffin and refused to let him go: at first, the attendees thought she was simply grieving, until they learned the horrifying truth 

During the funeral, the little girl suddenly approached the open coffin, placed her hands on her father’s chest, and unexpectedly climbed inside, pressing her whole body against him. She gently laid her head on his shoulder, as if afraid to wake him, and began to cry softly, whispering in a trembling voice:

— Daddy, please don’t go… I know you can hear me… Don’t leave me…

Her small shoulders shook, her tears fell onto the black suit of the deceased, and her tiny fingers clung tightly to his sleeve as if she were trying to hold him between life and death.

The people around her were initially confused.

Some looked away, others discreetly wiped their eyes. Many whispered that the girl simply couldn’t accept that she was now an orphan, that she was too young to understand her father would never return.

— Poor child… — whispered one woman sympathetically.

— It’s grief, she doesn’t understand… — replied another.

The priest cautiously walked closer and tried to speak to her gently:

— Sweetheart, my little one, you need to come out… let the adults say their goodbyes…

But the girl only held onto her father’s body more tightly and suddenly screamed in despair  To everyone present, it seemed like she was just mourning, until they learned the horrifying truth— DON’T TOUCH HIM! He’s breathing! He’s alive! Why don’t you hear it?!

Everyone froze. Relatives tried to calm her, saying it was shock, that the child was imagining things

But when two men tried to lift her out, she kept repeating the same words, choking on her sobs:

— He’s warm! He’s breathing! Please, check! He’s not dead!

Her crying grew more desperate. Then one of the funeral workers, a strong grown man, looked at the face of the “deceased” and suddenly turned pale— Wait… — he whispered. — Stop. He… he isn’t cold.

The priest approached, leaned over the body, and placed two fingers on the man’s neck.

— There’s… a pulse… — he said barely audibly. — Weak, but thereThe church erupted in screams. Some ran to get doctors, others began to cry, others prayed.

And the girl just held her father’s chest even tighter and whispered:

— I told you… I knew it… you would never leave me