| "Goodnight, Sweety," Grace’s mother said as she kissed her daughter. "Is the nightlight on?" Grace asked. "Check," her mother replied. "My flashlight is still beside the bed?" "Check," her mother said, as she reached down and flicked on the flashlight to prove that it was there and in working order. "And you will leave the door open a bit, right?" Grace asked concerned. "Just like always," her mother promised. "Now have a good night. I love you." "I love you too, Mommy." As Grace’s mother left the room, she made sure that the door was left open just enough to allow a little light to enter the room from the hallway. This was a nightly routine for Grace and her mother; you see Grace was afraid of the dark. |