A figure crept past the foot board of the bed as I raised my head from the pillow. As tall as she’s getting, it’s sometimes hard to distinguish my younger daughter from the older in the semi-darkness. “Mommy, I had a bad dream,” she whispered. I followed her back to her bed, tucked her under her covers. After removing the unreasonably large stuffed animal reclining beside her, I grabbed a blanket from her sister’s bed and laid down beside her.
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