The grieving mother cried out, begging to be bur:ied beside her daughter β but when she leaned closer and looked carefully, she frozeβ¦ then screamed in horror π¨π±
The funeral hall fell silent. Friends, relatives, and loved ones filled the white room, saying their final goodbyes to the young woman who had di:ed suddenly after a few days of high fever and weakness. Doctors claimed it was a rare brain inflammation that stopped her heart. Resuscitation failed.
In the coffin, she looked peaceful β as if sleeping. Her mother clung to her, sobbing uncontrollably.
β Take me with her! β she cried. β I canβt live without my girl! Bury me next to her!
Her father embraced her, trembling. Relatives tried to comfort her, their own eyes red with tears. The grief in the air was suffocating.
And thenβ¦
The mother suddenly stopped. She leaned closer to her daughterβs still body, squintedβ¦ and gasped.
β Her chestβ¦ sheβs breathing!
At first, many thought it was grief playing tricks on her mind. But then others saw it too β the faint rise and fall of her chest.
β Sheβs alive! β someone shouted.
Panic erupted. The ambulance arrived in minutes. Medics confirmed it β there was a weak pulse, low but steady blood pressure. She was rushed to the ICU.
The diagnosis: lethargic sleep β a rare state where someone appears d3ad but vital signs are barely active. Her pulse was so faint, her temperature so low, the examining doctor had missed it entirely.
If her mother hadnβt taken that last desperate lookβ¦ the girl would have been bu:ried alive.
Today, sheβs recovering in the hospital, her mother always at her side, whispering the same words over and over:
β It was a miracle. I felt it in my heart.