It’s always two in the morning when I would usually wake up because of my blanket shifting beside me. I would open my lamp to check but before I could, her little arms would start to hug me.
”Mommy, I can’t sleep again.”, her voice was so scared and sleepy at the same time that I hug her back and hum her favourite tune until she would finally fall back to deep slumber. This has been happening for a few weeks and I actually got used to it.
I would open the lamp then and check if everything was okay with her, like I did every night. I’d caress her face, kiss her on the forehead and then she’d wake up. ”Something wrong, honey?” I’d ask her and she would gently shake her head and stand up.
She would walk out, stop at my door and wave goodbye with her golden hair, still braided with red ribbons and that pink flowery dress she was buried in, last month.
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Credits to: faindyvargas
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