“'Mommy, I had a bad dream. Can I snuggle with you?' my daughter asked as she stood in my dark doorway, holding her old teddy bear, her voice hoarse from the graveyard dirt clogging her throat.”
“'Mommy, I had a bad dream. Can I snuggle with you?' my daughter asked as she stood in my dark doorway, holding her old teddy bear, her voice hoarse from the graveyard dirt clogging her throat.”