The funeral was quiet, restrained, and filled with sorrow. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by muffled sobs. In the center of the hall stood a coffin, draped in white fabric, surrounded by family and close friends. The mother stood by the coffin, holding her little daughter’s hand. The girl was silent, her curly hair falling over her face. She had barely spoken since the tragedy, and everyone assumed she simply didn’t understand what had happened. When the moment came to say goodbye,