Freya
I tucked Lily into bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin. She held her favorite stuffed rabbit tight to her chest. I sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
“Mommy, can you read me a story?” she asked.
“Of course, baby,” I said. I reached over and picked up the old fairy tale book from the nightstand. I flipped through the pages and found one of her favorites. It was a story about a brave princess and a kind prince who fight hard to be together.
I started to read. Lily listened very carefully. Her small fingers moved over the pictures in the book. When I got to the part where the prince saved the princess from the tower, Lily let out a happy little sigh.
“Do you think they will get married and live happily ever after?” she asked. She tilted her head back to look up at me.
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