Goodnight little-one.

"Don't go! Oh, no! Stay with me, lay-- to sleep with me, be where my eyes can see!" The little boy pleaded, reaching for his mother, the one he needed.

"You're stronger than you know, and you'll feel it more, every time I go." His mother quietly said as she kissed him on the forehead.

"Strong like Daddy?"

"It would make him very happy, now sleep, so you can grow." She whispered looking down with only love to show.

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