I Thought the Girl Who Visited Me in the Hospital Was a Hallucination… Until I Opened My Front Door
After a serious car accident, the narrator spent fifteen days in the hospital, alone and in pain. Each night, a quiet young girl, seemingly thirteen or fourteen, appeared at her bedside. She offered comfort with soft words, never touching anything, simply sitting with her presence.
When the narrator recovered enough to ask, the nurses said no one fitting that description had visited—she assumed it was a hallucination caused by trauma and medication.
Six weeks later, upon returning home, she opened her front door to find the same girl, Tiffany. Tiffany revealed she was the daughter of the woman who caused the accident. She had spent nights at the hospital, hoping her mother would survive, and had kept the narrator’s grandmother’s necklace safe.
Over time, the narrator and Tiffany developed a mother-daughter-like relationship, connected through grief and kindness.
