At my father’s wake, my eight-year-old sister Lily stood silently by his coffin. She didn’t cry or speak, just stared at him, as if waiting for him to wake. When the ceremony ended, she refused to leave. That night, I woke to find her gone — the front door wide open. I ran barefoot to the funeral home across the street. There she was, lying beside Dad, whispering. Behind the coffin, Rebecca stood frozen, pale. When Lily spoke again, Rebecca gasped: “No… she knows.” (check in the first comment👇)

FUNERAL SERVICE OF THE LATE TEBELLO KOALANE "NDEROS" LIVE AT CEMETERY | Teboho Moloi

FUNERAL SERVICE OF THE LATE TEBELLO KOALANE "NDEROS" LIVE AT CEMETERY | Teboho Moloi