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She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

Aiden and I sat in between Leo and Zoey’s bed. I was holding their favorite storybook, my fingers gently traced the familiar cover. The story In the book is a tale about brave wolves protecting their pack, it’s a story of strength, courage, and family love. Leo was already dozing off, his soft breathing steady and peaceful as Shenaya read aloud. Zoey, however, was wide awake, her big, curious eyes fixed on me as I continued to read. Even Aiden was already dozing off beside me too trying to catch his head now and then.

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

she blinked. Liam leaned down, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "I'll tell you a story, and you'll fall asleep soon." Liam swiped the screen while his beautiful eyebrows knitted. "What kind of story would you like?" Gemma slowly closed her eyes. "I'll listen to whatever story you tell." "How about 'The Tortoise and the Hare' or 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'?" "These are too childish," Gemma said with dissatisfaction, quietly opening her eyes.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew'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 grand adventure. Mathew 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.

I ended the call and strolled out to the balcony with my peace lily plant in tow. The afternoon sun was like a cozy blanket, all warm and lazy. Down below, a girl in a white dress was on her tiptoes, reaching for a balloon tangled in a tree. A boy dashed up, gave her a playful hair tousle, and with a quick jump, snagged the balloon for her. She grabbed it and planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving him blushing like a tomato. I watched them and could not help but crack a smile. Life was good.

She responded, and I could feel it; my heart swelled with happiness. "What story do you want us to read for you, Axel?" I asked the moment we got inside his room, and her mom reminded him to brush his teeth, and he was jumping while he went inside his bathroom while I took Megan in my arms, and we hugged each other until Axel came back, and he was showing us his white teeth. We read the stories of Jack and the Beanstalk and The Red Riding Hood, and then I smiled when he was yawning. "Good night, Dad and mom, and thank you, I am so happy tonight, and I couldn't wait to tell Kim that my mom and dad read me stories." He said, and I tucked him on his bed, and we kissed him good night.

I declined into the chair, my eyes scanning the room. Ella did the last button of Ivy's pajamas and smiled at me. I flashed a signal to Ella to help me out and she laughed, her fingers pointing to a nearby shelf in the room where all of Ivy's bedtime stories were arranged. I walked over to the shelf and picked a book barely glancing over to see it's contents. I sat back into my chair and was about reading when I skimmed it through the first chapter. The story was about a frog who dared to dream, going on an whimsical adventures. “I'm going to be telling you the story of the frog who dared to dream that he could change the frogville.”

She looked so adorable. Gabriel grabbed the story book from the bedside table and began to read the story.He was sitting on the left side of the bed while I sat on the right and our daughter was sitting between the two of us. I listened as Gab read the story.Every single emotion was portrayed on his face and the way he read,it was just perfect.I could feel every single emotion through his voice and I didn't want him to stop. It was a short story about two little kids who were best friends but then something happened between them and they became strangers.

“Please? Pretty please?” I sighed and finally relented, although my fingers were already black from handling this seemingly ancient book. I flipped to the next page, where the story immediately began. There was no cover page, and no title to be seen anywhere. “Once upon a time,” I read, deciding that it wasn’t worth arguing about and that I could make something up if the story got strange, “there was an old man who lived all by himself.” A strange premise for a kids’ book, I thought to myself, but kept reading.