At 1:30 a.m. I hear the patter of little feet down the hall. So does Pablo, he starts to bark. My bedroom door opens and Pippi enters. She crawls up on my bed. “I’m scared of Harry Potter, the Dementors and the Minotaurs,” she says. I lift the blanket and let her slide in between her parents.
“It’s OK. Dementors and Minotaurs aren’t real. They’re make believe so you’ll be fine,” I say. She settles herself down between us for a several minutes of peace.
I feel little arms reach for me, hug me and then sweet kisses on my face. “I love you Mom…and thank-you for the information,” she says, struggling out of the covers. “I’m going to go back to my own bed now,” she adds, as she steps to the floor and pitter-patters out of my bedroom.
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