An eight-year-old girl sleeps alone, but every morning she complains that her bed feels “too small.” When her mother checks the security camera at 2 a.m., she breaks down in silent tears….

They need to know they still have a family.

ENDING

My daughter’s bed was never too small.

It was simply that a lonely, aging woman—lost in her own memories—
was searching for the warmth of a child she once held for an entire lifetime.