Orphan Girl Notices New Flowers at Mom’s Grave Every Week, Meets Dad She Never Knew about There — Story of the Day

A young girl visits her mother’s grave every day but is confused when she begins finding flowers on the gravestone. She does not know who’s laying the flowers there until one day; she meets a man she never thought existed.

The past few months had been tough for Gina. She was only 16 but had been through so much! Only months earlier, she had lost the one person that meant the world to her, and the future seemed so bleak.

Since she laid her mother to rest at the Mountain Ridge Mausoleum, she had made it her duty to visit the grave daily. It was the only way she could feel close to her mother.

However, for the past few weeks, she would find gorgeous flowers laid neatly on the headstone whenever she visited her mother’s grave. “Who could be bringing my mother flowers every day?” she wondered.

She had tried to get to the bottom of it by speaking to the cemetery caretaker. “Hi, would you happen to know who lays flowers on Alice Hunter’s tombstone?” she asked Jacob.

“I’m sorry young girl, but I’ve not seen anyone lay the flowers. But I could look out for next time,” he answered.

It was a never-ending concern for Gina, and in the following weeks, she reached out to most of her mother’s friends to try and figure the mystery out, but everyone she called denied ever laying flowers on Alice’s grave.

But then, one day, as she approached her mother’s headstone, she could make out the figure of a man who did not seem at all familiar. She also saw that he was holding a bouquet of gorgeous dahlias, her mother’s favorite flowers.

“How does he know what flowers she loved?” she wondered, approaching the man cautiously. “He must have been close to her!”

When she got close enough to make out the man’s face, she spoke out, her voice trembling. “Hi-hi, I’m Gina,” she said, extending her hand for a handshake.

Gina stared at the man. He was maybe a few years older than her mother, but that’s all she could tell about his connection to Alice. She waited for him to say a little more about himself, but the silence only grew louder.

“I’m Alice’s daughter,” she said in exasperation.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she saw Mark gasp. “That means you must be…” the words faded as his eyes took on a much softer glow.

“Gina, oh Gina!” he called out almost impulsively, “You might want to sit down. There’s something you should know.”

Gina was confused. “How did you know my mother?” she shot at him, unaware of the truth behind the man’s quiet demeanor.

“You need to sit down so we can talk,” Mark answered, buffing the dust off the slab of the grave with a piece of the paper towel he had retrieved from his pocket.

They sat down before Mark began his narration. “As...