Literature
Goodnight
The mother carried her child to his bed, cradling him gently before placing him into the wooden crib.
His eyes were already closed.
She hugged him tight, whispering, "Goodnight, my little one," softly into his ear.
As she pulled away, she left a kiss upon his pale forehead, a single tear rolling down her face as she stood.
"....Sleep well," she whispered.