Girls visit their father’s grave to show him their new dresses… and find two boxes with their names on them 🎁💔
“For my birthday, I want my daughters to be the most beautiful girls in the world,” Paul had whispered, his voice soft and full of hope.
“I really want to see what they’ll be wearing. Promise me you’ll come and show me your pretty dresses, girls… Even if I can’t be with you that day, promise me you’ll look beautiful.”
Those were his final words… A simple, tender, yet unforgettable wish.
When the day came, the two sisters carefully picked out their outfits—each a tribute to their beloved dad.
Hand in hand, they walked slowly toward his grave, their mother Monique at their side, silent.
But a surprise was waiting for them…
Placed gently in front of the tombstone were two neatly wrapped boxes.
Each had their name handwritten on it, along with a small heart-shaped sticker.
They looked at each other, overwhelmed.
— “Mom… was it you who did this?” the older girl whispered.
Monique shook her head, her eyes filled with tears.
— “No, my darlings… I swear.”
On each box, a handwritten note read:
“To my princess, whom I will never stop loving. —Dad.”
When the girls opened the boxes, they were stunned.
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Girls Visit Their Father’s Grave to “Show” Him Their New Dresses — and Discover Two Boxes With Their Names
To honor their father’s last wish, two little girls visit his grave on his birthday to show him their beautiful outfits. Near the tombstone, they discover two lovingly wrapped boxes with their names on them, along with a message that touches their hearts deeply.
Iris, 6, and Mariana, 8, felt their father Paul’s absence deeply.
Since he passed away, they no longer sneaked cookies or ice cream from the kitchen at night, or plotted to playfully tease their mom. Without their dad, joy had faded.
“You spoil these girls too much, Paul!” Monique would often say.
“And you always take their side when I scold them—they’re sneaking cookies from the pantry!”
“I can’t help it, they’re adorable!” Paul would reply. “I’m sorry, love—you know how much I adore you, right?”
That was Paul—always trying to keep the balance. A man devoted to his family. But after he was gone, everything changed. Iris and Mariana became very quiet, and Monique struggled to cope with the void he left behind.
Her final memories with Paul were painful. She had watched him fade away before her eyes, powerless. After his diagnosis, the end came quickly, despite the efforts of the medical team.
He passed away peacefully in his sleep one night.
The evening before, he had asked for the girls to visit him at the hospital and stay by his side until the end. He must have sensed it was his last night with them. He also asked to speak with them privately.
“For my birthday, I want my girls to look as beautiful as possible, and I can’t wait to see what they wear. Will you promise to come show me your pretty outfits? I may not be there that day, but promise me you’ll be stunning.”
Those were his last words that night.
He would not return, and Monique was devastated. Despite all her efforts, she couldn’t find peace. The girls, in their innocence, were showing more resilience than she was. The funeral had been especially difficult; she couldn’t bear the thought of him buried underground.
The day before his birthday, the girls asked their mom to take them shopping. They wanted to honor their father’s last wish.
“Mom,” little Iris said, “Daddy loved my pink dress. The one he gave me for my birthday, but it doesn’t fit me anymore. So I want a new one, the same color.”
“Can you help me pick one, Mom?” Mariana added. “I want it to be Daddy’s favorite color.”
“I… I don’t think I have the heart for it, girls…” Monique replied, overcome with grief. She wasn’t ready for a cheerful outing.
“But we have to go see Daddy!” insisted Iris.
“And he asked us to wear something beautiful for his birthday.”
Monique’s eyes filled with tears. She had been so consumed by grief, she had forgotten Paul’s birthday.
“He told you that?” she asked.
“Yes, Daddy wanted to see us in pretty dresses on his birthday. We have to go see him, Mom,” Iris said. “Hurry—we need to go shopping!”
“When did he say that?” Monique asked, surprised. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know he told you that.”
“The last night we were with him, Mom,” explained Mariana. “He held our hands and said he wanted to see us in beautiful outfits that day. I think we have to do it for him. I know you’re sad, but will you take us?”
Then she leaned closer to her mother and whispered in her ear:
“I know you miss Daddy, but we have to do this for Iris. She really wants to wear a pink dress for him.”
Mariana had always been a thoughtful child.
She understood things most kids her age couldn’t.
Eventually, she convinced her mother.
“All right,” said Monique. “Let’s go shopping, girls! Let’s find the most beautiful dresses for Daddy’s birthday!”
“Don’t be sad, Mom,” Mariana whispered.
On Paul’s birthday, the girls dressed in their new outfits and walked hand in hand to his grave.
When they arrived at the tombstone, they discovered two beautifully wrapped boxes, each with their name, and a note from Paul.
“Mom!” Iris exclaimed, looking at Monique. “Look—Daddy sent us presents! Doesn’t he know we’re supposed to give him a gift? It’s his birthday!” She giggled, innocent and sweet.
“Maybe he thought it was a good idea, Iris. Go on—open your boxes, girls,” Monique said.
As the girls unwrapped their gifts, Monique held back tears.
Iris smiled joyfully, while Mariana cried for the first time since their father’s death.
Inside each box was a beautiful pair of shoes, and a letter from Paul addressed to his daughters.
“Shoes!” Iris exclaimed. “They’re so pretty, Mom! My favorite color… pink!”
Paul’s Letter:
“Some angels up here are amazed by your beauty! They say you’re the most beautiful girls God ever created. Daddy sees how gorgeous you look in your dresses, and he wanted you to wear these beautiful shoes too. I hope they bring you joy.
I want you to stay the same playful girls who used to sneak cookies while Mom chased you around. Next time you come visit me, I want to hear your happy stories.
I want you to be joyful and smile every single day. When you think of me, know that I’m in a wonderful place—and from here, I see you and watch over you.
Thank you for coming to wish me a happy birthday, my sweet girls. Daddy loves you with all his heart.”
When Mariana finished reading the letter aloud, she hugged her little sister tightly.
She looked at her mother and thanked her for bringing them.
The three of them held hands, feeling the loving presence of their dear husband and father around them—knowing he would always be with them.
Monique smiled and whispered, “I love you both so much,” while deep inside, she felt a gentle comfort easing her pain and giving her the strength to keep going without Paul.
