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I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Uneducated he is, they all are] Auther has finally arrived his hands red as if he fell off a cliff but it's dark out probably 9 o'clock James won't see a difference. Those snores from the other rooms tend to lessen, oh good kids, sleep is medicine for the mind is an adventurous place, you all can be Cinderella's for all we know, if only they knew who Cinderella was. No television here just grandma's storytelling during those campfire nights. Stories that would always start with "once upon a time there was a rabbit". But she sure got their smiles on. ^Auther is that you?^🍃

As Skylar squatted down in bed, laughing at their tiredness, Andrew and Anna also sat up, resting on their pillows. She said, "Bedtime story, bedtime story. You love to listen to bedtime stories. Do you not?" For a moment, they both nodded their heads. I was standing by the doorstep, close to the point of unconsciousness. I was noticing Skylar guessing that I was still with them; I was quickly becoming lost in their gaze. It was a pleasure to have these adorable, intelligent kids around. I blushed as their lips moved gently, ready to question their mother, but Skylar asked them to remain quiet until she finished telling the bedtime story, sealing their lips with her fingers.

Betita explained, "To avoid scolding or standing up In the class for one hour, you better go to bed now," Betty said, "No, I'm not ready to sleep now, I still want to stay with father for a while," Benita said, and she clings to him, "Okay, come, let's go to your room, I have some stories to tell you, come on kids, stand up," Nicolas said, "Kids, let's go Into your room, your father has some Interesting and fantastic stories to tell you while you will be In your bed listening" Betty explained,

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

he said softly. He sat on the edge of the bed, his voice low and steady as he began. The story wasn’t anything complicated. Just something simple. Something about a wolf who got lost and found his way back home. But the way he told it— The way the kids listened— It did something to the room. Something I wasn’t ready to name. By the time he finished, all three of them were asleep. Peacefully. Together. I stood there for a moment, watching them. Then turned.

I can not hear it very clear but there are some instances that he yawn after talking. "I can not sleep," I answered him shortly. With that sentences, my father already knows what to do. Just like what he is doing when I was still a young girl, he tell me great bed time stories then later on sing for me to sleep. This time, he said to me the story about a girl who is always looking in the positive side of each story even if her life is full of mess. "Father?" I called his attention after he finished the story. [Yes?]

"Why not?" "Fine. You can't ground me though. I'm too old." "We'll see." Alec rolled his eyes. "Well then, Dad," he emphasized the title, "you better have a good bedtime story for me if either of us are going to get any sleep tonight." "Oh yeah, let me tell you about Keven and the cat. You'll love this one."

“Would you tell me a story? My friend Dustin says his mom and dad tell him stories every night, but no one will tell me a story.” My heart melted hearing his request, and I smiled. “Of course, Liam. And you are in luck. I know so many stories.” I picked him up in my arms. “Really?” he said excitedly, burying his head in my neck, making me sigh in content. “Yay.” I tucked him into his bed. I began weaving a tale about a courageous knight who embarked on an epic adventure to save a kingdom from a fearsome dragon. Liam’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the tale, and soon he was fast asleep.

She squatted down and said, "Noe, why are you awake?" Noah hugged her. "There’s thunder when it rains. I don't dare sleep alone." Pearl turned to look at Tanner, who smiled. "Noe can sleep with us tonight." Tanner went forward and picked up Noah. Noah hugged his neck and asked childishly, "Does Daddy know how to tell stories?" "Yes." Tanner kissed his forehead. "Do you want to hear a story?" Noah nodded. Tanner then carried him to the bed and told him a bedtime fairy tale.