An eight-year-old girl sleeps alone, but every morning she complains that her bed feels “too small.” When her mother checks the security camera at 2 a.m., she breaks down in silent tears…

Every night I read her a story, kissed her forehead, and turned off the light.

Emily was never afraid to sleep alone.

Until… one morning.

“Mom, my bed felt really tight last night…”
That morning, while I was making breakfast, Emily came out after brushing her teeth, wrapped her arms around my waist, and said in a sleepy voice:

“Mom… I didn’t sleep well last night.”

I turned and smiled.

“Why not?”

Emily frowned, thought for a moment, then said:

“My bed felt… really tight.”

I laughed.