I Let Her Sleep In My Bed That Night

My daughter was scared. It was nighttime. “I’m so lonely, Mama,” she sobbed, coming into my room for what felt like the hundredth time. “You have to sleep, sweetheart,” I coaxed, guiding her back up the steps once more. But still, she wilted in my arms, a little flower bowing over. I let her sleep in my bed that night.
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