There are stories that shake us with their drama, and others that gently wrap around the heart and whisper truths we’ve been too busy to hear. This is the latter — a quiet, deeply emotional experience that happened in the stillness of night. And yet, for one mother, it was unforgettable.
It’s the simple things — a voice in the dark, a hand reaching for yours, a small request that’s so ordinary it almost gets overlooked.Until it’s not.
A Restless Night and a Familiar Voice
It was around 3 a.m. when I woke up.
Not to a loud noise or a nightmare — just a dry mouth and a gentle restlessness, the kind that sometimes pulls you out of sleep without explanation. The house was dark, wrapped in a kind of peaceful silence you only get in the very early hours of morning. That deep, heavy kind of quiet where everything feels far away and close at the same time.
I shuffled out of bed and made my way toward the kitchen for a glass of water. The hardwood floors creaked under my steps, but otherwise, the house was still.
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