I come to the cemetery on the same day every year.
I bring fresh flowers and put them on the grave of the man who was once half of my life, my twin brother.
We were born on the same day, grew up together and were almost never apart. People have often said that we understand each other without words.
But a few years ago everything changed.
There was a tragedy that night, and I lost him. Since then, part of my heart has seemed to disappear forever.
This time I came to the cemetery again with a bouquet of white lilies. I knelt down and carefully placed the flowers at the tombstone.
I was about to leave when I noticed something strange.
There were other flowers on the grave that had not been there before.
I was sure that no one from our family had come here.
The next day I decided to come earlier to find out who brought them.
I hid behind a large tree not far from the grave and waited.
After a while, a little girl came to the grave.
She could not have been more than eight years old. She held a small bouquet of daisies in her hands.
She went to the grave, carefully placed the flowers and said softly:
“I miss you.”
My heart sank.
I came out from behind the tree and asked cautiously:
– Hey … did you know the man buried here?
The girl turned to me and nodded.
– Yes. He was very kind.
I was confused.
“What’s your name?”I asked.
She gave her name, explaining that her mother often told her about the man who once saved their lives.
A few years ago, her mother had a serious accident. The car overturned on the road, and it was my brother who helped pull her out of the car and call for help.
After that, he sometimes visited them, helped the girl with her lessons and brought sweets.
But one day he just stopped coming.
Later, her mother found out that he was dead.
Since then, the girl has come to his grave every year to thank him.
I stood next to her and felt tears fill my eyes.
I always thought I knew my brother better than anyone else.
But at that moment I realized that his kindness had touched much more people than I could have imagined.
Sometimes people leave our lives too early.
But their actions continue to live on – in memory of those whom they once helped.
