Rachel held Alice Robinson close and said, "I want Mommy to tell me a story."
"Alright, but tonight you have to sleep in Mommy's bed, not in the cradle."
Rachel bit her cute little finger, showing a bit of reluctance.
"Is that okay?" Alice Robinson looked at her daughter lovingly.
Rachel finally nodded, "Alright!"
Alice Robinson kissed Rachel's forehead, then carried her to the bed.
Sitting at the bedside, Alice Robinson opened a storybook and started telling the oldest fairy tale to her daughter...
The wimpy kid was already so sleepy, her eyelids were fighting to stay open, and she fell asleep before hearing the story, hugging Alice Robinson tightly with her chubby little elbows...
Alice Robinson gently placed the storybook next to her, quietly watching her daughter's sleeping face.
The wimpy kid also missed her mom, even in her sleep she clung tightly to her...
