After cleaning a stranger’s abandoned grave at the cemetery, the next morning I FROZE from what I saw…

Though the trash was gone, the grave still looked neglected and unkempt. Karina couldn’t help but think of young Anechka on stage and felt deep pity for her. Thinking that her life probably wasn’t as carefree as it seemed, at least in those kind old photos.

She thoroughly cleaned the gravestone and, after removing layers of dirt, found the birth and death dates etched in the stone. This fully confirmed her guess. The grave indeed belonged to that very Anna Petrovna Isaeva Tolmacheva.

Karina diligently weeded the small area around the grave, removing all the weeds, leaving only a neat carpet of green grass. Then she brought a few leftover flower bushes she had planned for her mother’s grave. Stepping back from Anna Petrovna’s grave, Karina looked at her work with satisfaction.

The grave no longer looked so abandoned and neglected. The tidied-up site now radiated warmth and care. Six months passed, and every Saturday, Karina continued to visit the cemetery to tend to the graves.

Now her care extended to two graves—her mother’s and the singer Anna Petrovna’s. Even when it was time to replace the wreaths, Karina bought two—one for each grave, showing her respect and devotion. “Karinochka, hello!” — a familiar, painfully dear voice rang out.

“Mom, is it really you? How is this possible?” — Karina exclaimed in surprise. “It’s simple, my dear. You’re dreaming,” — her mom replied with a warm smile.

“Oh, I see. You came to tell me I’m going to die soon, didn’t you?” — Karina asked anxiously. “No, of course not.

What nonsense!” — her mom laughed softly. “It’s too early for you to think about that. I just wanted to pass on an important message.

I’ve made a good friend here named Anechka. She’s very pleased with how you care for her grave and wants to express her sincere gratitude.” “Gratitude? In what way?” — Karina tensed at the words.

“I’m not sure exactly. She sent you a gift.” Her mom paused and added…