Every night, Wallace tucks me into bed with this prayer:
Promise nothing bad or scary is going to happen to any of us tonight?
Pinky swear?
Nothing is in this house or is going to be in this house?
Any sounds I hear aren't going to be bad or scary?
It's going to be absolutely fine?
This is the safest place on Earth tonight?
My entire family is going to be perfectly safe and well?
It's going to be absolutely fine?
Okay Mom, Good night, I love you.
And I can answer yes.
I can answer yes.
Let that sink in.
I can answer yes.
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