I never imagined that a visit to my mother’s grave would alter the course of my life. On one such visit, I encountered a stranger discarding the flowers I had lovingly placed. This unexpected discovery led to a revelation that turned my world upside down. My name is Laura, and this is the story of how I found out I had a sister I never knew existed.I used to think that the deceased should be left in peace, a belief my mother had often expressed by saying, “It’s the living who need your attention, not the dead.” But recently, something shifted within me, compelling me to visit my parents’ graves regularly, bringing fresh flowers each week. Initially, these visits brought a sense of solace. I would lay flowers on my mother’s grave, then move on to my father’s. However, after a few weeks,

I began to notice something unusual. The flowers I left on my mother’s grave would vanish, while those on my father’s remained untouched. This happened repeatedly. At first, I rationalized it, thinking the wind might have blown them away or perhaps an animal had taken them. Yet, the flowers on my father’s grave stayed exactly where I placed them. The more I pondered this, the more it bothered me. It couldn’t just be a coincidence. Someone was deliberately removing the flowers from my mother’s grave. But who could it be, and why?Determined to uncover the truth, I decided to arrive earlier than usual one day, hoping to catch the person responsible. The cemetery was peaceful, with only the gentle rustling of leaves breaking the silence.