
As She Was Dy.ing, a Woman Begged Her Friend to Take in Her Daughter. After the Funeral, the Little Girl Whispered: “Mom Is Alive.”
Marina gripped her friend Tanya’s hand, overwhelmed by the moment. Tanya was fading fast—her body fragile, her breath shallow—but her eyes remained focused not on herself, but on her young daughter, Verochka, quietly sketching flowers on a napkin nearby. “Marish… please,” Tanya murmured. “Take care of Verochka. You have a home, a warm heart. She…