When a seven-year-old child visited her grave every day and sobbed for a long time, people realized that the woman buried there was not his mother 
On the outskirts of a little town, beyond the old wrought-iron gates of the city cemetery, people began to notice the same boy more and more. At precisely three in the afternoon, he always arrived, thin and wearing a beat-up jacket that was inappropriate for the temperature. He passed several graves and paused at one with a photograph of a young woman on it. He walked confidently, as if he had memorized the path.
The boy was around seven years old. He leaned down, touched the cold marble, and began to speak. Sometimes in a whisper, sometimes bursting into tears.
— I’m back, Mom. Do you hear me?.. I’m cold. I’m scared. Nobody loves me there.
Next:
— Why did you go?.. I can’t be alone any longer. Why didn’t you wait?..
The old woman who usually sold flowers at the entryway began to cry when she heard him. When the caregiver tried to summon the child, he ran away without saying anything.
Everyone was positive it was his mother, but he was left an orphan with a father who did not appear to be giving him proper care.
One night, when the child came in soaked from the rain, the caregiver could take it no more. He called the police and child protective services.
He lives alone every day. I can’t stand here and watch him cry any longer. Who is responsible for him? Where is his father?..
In an instant, the police arrived. The child stood by the grave and put his cheek against the slab of stone. He didn’t defend himself. He just silently stared at one spot. When they tried to take him away, he yelled suddenly:
— No! Don’t bring me! I had to tell her about the toy I found today! that we miss her! She is waiting for me! I promised to be there!..
“Who is she?” replied a child services official courteously.
— Mother, mother,
But later on, the policeman learned the terrible truth about the boy: the woman buried there was not his mother.
For the boy, there was no mother. At least not the one whose tomb he visited. In fact, he had lived in an orphanage since he was three years old. His real mother abandoned him soon after birth, and his father is unknown.
The woman he saw every day was a volunteer who often visited the orphanage, gave the child a hug, gave him books, and talked to him for a long time.
She was the one who filed the adoption documents on his behalf. The child knew; he believed he may be loved for the first time. that he would have a place to live.
But two days before the documents were signed, the woman died in a car accident. The boy was told that she “could no longer come.”
After finding out where she was buried, the child started to run out of the orphanage every day to express how much he missed her.
He needed a mother.
