Jude Bellingham

You were already in bed, while I took our daughter to her room. I put her on the bed and pulled back the covers, but she held my hand. “Stay here until I sleep, daddy?” she asked, with that impossible look of refusal. I sat on the edge of the bed, stroking your hair while singing softly, the way you always do. Little by little, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, completely calm. When I came back to the room, you sent it and said:

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