“GIVE ME BACK MY LITTLE SISTER!!!” —the heart-rending cry of a child echoed in the courtyard of an elementary school in a small town in Jalisco , causing students and teachers leaving class at the end of the afternoon to remain petrified.

The boy, about nine years old, thin, his eyes swollen from crying, was pointing toward an old flamboyan tree in the corner of the yard. At first, they thought he was playing or that someone had scared him. But the boy kept crying out between sobs and trembling:
“There… my little sister is there… give her back to me!”

The atmosphere became strange and heavy. Some parents who were already leaving stopped, curious. The teacher tried to hug the boy, but the more she comforted him, the louder he cried. The principal also left, but he couldn’t calm him.

A father, who was a local police officer, frowned and said seriously,
“Let’s dig a little. If there’s nothing, at least the child will be safe.”

No one expected that suggestion to reveal a secret buried for years. The school guards brought shovels and began to turn the earth under the flamboyant tree. The students murmured nervously; the adults looked on in disbelief.

After a few shovelfuls, the damp earth gave off a strange smell. Suddenly, a piece of pink cloth appeared. Silence fell over the place. The policeman ordered them to retreat and continued digging.

The fabric turned out to be a worn-out child’s dress. And underneath… something emerged that left everyone speechless: a tiny, almost intact skeleton the size of a newborn.

The silence was deathly. Some parents hugged their crying children. The boy collapsed on the ground, screaming in despair:
“See her! She’s my little sister… I told you so!”

The police officer immediately called the prosecutor’s office. The principal was pale, the teachers were trembling. The schoolyard, which had been bustling with life just minutes before, became gloomy.

The big question resonated in everyone’s ears: How did the boy know there was a body there? And was it really “his little sister”?

The police cordoned off the scene. The boy, named Diego , was taken to his mother, María , to testify. She was a woman in her thirties, with a noble face but visibly terrified.

At first, everyone thought Diego had made up the story. But when he told what had happened, everyone’s skin crawled.

Diego said that for months he had dreamed of a little girl dressed in pink, crying under the school’s flamboyant tree. The girl called him “brother” and begged him:
“Take me out of here… it’s cold… it’s very dark…”

At first, she thought it was just a dream. But it happened so many times that she started to get scared. That morning, when she saw the tree, she felt dizzy and heard crying in her head. She ran into the yard and started screaming uncontrollably.

His statement seemed incredible, but it was too consistent with what had been found.

Then the mother, Maria, burst into tears and confessed a secret she had kept for more than ten years: at a very young age, she had become pregnant by a man who hadn’t taken responsibility. Her family, out of shame, forced her to hide it. Seven months into the pregnancy, she gave birth prematurely to a baby girl who died a few hours later.

In the midst of desperation, a relative took her to the site where the school was being built—not yet inaugurated—and there they buried the baby under that flamboyant tree, hoping no one would ever find out. Afterward, María left town. Years later, she returned, married, and had Diego. She never told anyone what had happened, not even her husband.

The officers were shocked. Everything fit together: the child’s vision, the discovery, the mother’s confession.

The news spread throughout the town. People crowded into the school, horrified but also moved. Some said Diego had a “special gift,” others that his subconscious was transmitting memories of his mother. No one could explain how he had pinpointed the exact spot.

Devastated, María apologized to her ancestors and, with the help of the authorities, organized a small, dignified funeral for the baby. The tiny coffin, surrounded by white flowers, was accompanied by teachers, parents, and students. Diego remained by her side, silently holding his mother’s hand.

That day, no one talked about ghosts or science. Everyone saw a family facing a pain that had been buried in secret for more than a decade.

After the funeral, the atmosphere at school gradually returned to normal. The flamboyant tree was still there, but now it was a symbol: it reminded everyone that mistakes and guilt, no matter how hard you try to bury them, sooner or later come to light.

Diego, the boy who cried for his sister, also changed. From time to time he dreamed of her, but he no longer saw her cry. Now she just smiled and walked away peacefully, as if she had finally found peace.

And so, people said, “Diego’s little sister was finally returned, not just to him… but to an entire family that needed to face the truth.”