During The Funeral, the Raven Perched on the Girl’s Coffin Then Something Unexpected Happened

Brooke might have only been six years old, but she was strong, beautiful, and independent. She loved to spend time in the garden, looking at the plants and insects that played on them. She would run and jump and play among the trees, climbing them and scraping her knees and tearing her clothes. None of that mattered to her as long as she was having fun. She also enjoyed watching the fish swim in the streams and the birds fly overhead.

Living in a small village in Cornwall in the UK, life was slow and quiet. Brooke’s mother stayed at home to look after the house and her child, and her father was a sailor who would often spend weeks or maybe even months away at sea.

Brooke would miss him dearly when he went away, but she was always excited for when he finally returned. Not only did she get to spend some time with her father, but she also loved the strange, weird, and wonderful gifts that he would bring her.

Over the past few years, he had brought her shells from a Caribbean beach, exotic sculptures from some far-flung Middle Eastern country, and books and toys from across Europe and America. She loved all of her gifts and enjoyed showing them off to her friends as she regaled them with stories about how her father would sail the seas and travel the world.

Brooke waited eagerly at the garden gate, waiting for her father to walk down the street. He had been away for two months this time, and he was due home at any moment. All of a sudden, she saw him slowly walking down the street.

Brooke yelled with joy and ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms. She hugged him tightly and planted a big kiss on his cheek. But she noticed something—there was no gift. He would usually hand a gift-wrapped item to her straight away, but there was none to be seen. That’s when he knelt down and placed something in her. Read the complete Story Here.,