Telling His Parents

Sam crept into his parents’ room, too frightened to sleep alone now. “There were eyes at my window,” he insisted, tugging at his mother’s arm.
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“Big yellow eyes, just watching me.” Sarah pulled him into a gentle hug. “It was just a dream, honey,” she soothed. “We saw that lion today, you’re probably just processing everything.”
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