“Mum, why does everything end?” Harry’s voice quivered. Their heads drew closer above me.
“Don’t go,” I whimpered. She closed her hands for what felt like the final time.
“Maybe tomorrow…”
Mum’s words faded; I gave up for another day.
She lifted me above the bed covers, set me down gently.
Time with Harry was emotionally draining; I needed to recover.
***
“Can we…with…again?” Harry’s cries woke me.
I was ready to begin; Mum propped me open.
“Let’s start with Three Little Pigs.”
His eyes lit up at my first page, as we settled down for another adventure together.
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