Every night before bed, Mom reads me a special story that takes me to magical places.
She sits beside me, her voice soft and warm, painting pictures with words.
Tonight, she read about a brave little fox who found a hidden treasure in the forest.
I imagined the sparkling jewels and the whispering trees as I snuggled under my blanket.
Sometimes, I peek at Mom’s smile, happy to share these quiet moments together.
When the story ends, she kisses my forehead and whispers, “Sweet dreams.”
I close my eyes, feeling safe and loved, ready for dreams full of adventure.
Bedtime stories with Mom are the best way to end any day.