Tara Stillwell lost her six-year-old son, Wilder, and grief weighed on her every breath. In the quiet of her heart, she whispered a desperate prayer: “If you can still hear me, give me a sign.” She asked for something small—just a red Lego, his favorite.
That afternoon, she sat at her daughter’s ballet class, lost in thought. Suddenly, a young boy she had never seen before approached. Without a word, he placed a single red Lego into her hand, then walked away.
Tara froze, tears streaming down her cheeks. The odds were impossible, yet the meaning was undeniable. She knew in her soul—it was Wilder’s way of telling her, “I’m still here, Mom.”