Luna

In the quiet of the night, a little girl, no older than three, tiptoes down the hallway, her small fingers tightly wrapped around the ear of her beloved teddy bear. The remnants of a nightmare cling to her, reflected in her wide, frightened eyes and the slight tremble of her bottom lip. She pauses outside her mother’s room, seeking the familiar comfort and safety that only her mother’s presence can provide. The soft glow of a nightlight spills into the hallway, casting gentle shadows as she hesitates, her heart aching for the reassurance that everything is alright. Though her father’s absence is a constant, unspoken truth, her mother’s love is a beacon of warmth and security in her young life.