The entire town had gathered to mourn the passing of a little girl whose life had ended far too soon. Tears flowed freely as loved ones surrounded the small white coffin, grief etched into every face. The air was thick with sorrow.

As the priest began his solemn prayer, something unexpected happened—a large black raven swooped down silently from the sky and landed directly on top of the child’s coffin. Its glossy feathers shimmered in the sunlight, and its eyes, sharp and almost human, locked onto the crowd.

Gasps rippled through the gathering. People stood frozen, some stepping back in alarm. A few tried to scare the bird away, throwing pebbles or waving their hands. But the raven remained still, unmoved—like it had a purpose.

Then, a whisper broke through the stunned silence.

“It’s him…” the girl’s mother murmured.

Everyone turned toward her as she slowly stepped forward, her voice trembling yet clear.

“That raven… he used to visit us. Every day.”

She paused, wiping her eyes.

“Our daughter would wait for him on the balcony. She fed him bread, talked to him, even called him her friend. He was in her drawings—always beside us like he was part of the family.”

From her bag, the grieving mother pulled out a folded piece of paper. It was one of her daughter’s drawings: three smiling figures—mom, dad, and child. And next to them, a black bird with gentle eyes. All four had wings.

The crowd stood still, moved beyond words.

“He came to say goodbye,” the mother said softly. “He remembered her.”

The raven, as if acknowledging her words, slowly dipped its head in a solemn bow. Then, without a sound, it spread its wings and soared into the sky, vanishing into the trees.

No one tried to stop it this time. The air remained still, but the moment left behind a feeling no one would ever forget—a sense that love, even between a child and a wild creature, could transcend this world.