In a village there was a mother with a little girl that she loved so dearly that she could not bear her to be out of her sight. But one day a serious disease broke out among the children of the village. After three days and nights in bed the little girl died.
The bereaved mother grieved so much that she would not eat or drink. But during the third night she thus sat grieving by the bed her daughter had died in, the door of the room was gently opened and the mother saw her dead child standing before her. The girl looked sweetly at her mother and said. "Dear mother," she said, "do not weep for me all the time. Know I am happy in high heaven. So, do not weep so much any longer, for I am much happier than on earth."
With these words the child vanished. The mother dried her eyes and stopped weeping.
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