Leo was three. He wore soft socks and a big smile.
Tonight the moon sat in the sky like a quiet lamp. Leo looked up from his bed.
“Moon,” he said, “what do you do up there?”
The Moon did not talk. It just shone.
Leo held his small blanket. It felt warm, like a hug. He liked hugs.
He saw his toy boat on the floor. The boat was small. The room was big.
Leo whispered, “Boat, where do you go?”
The boat did not talk. It just waited.
Leo thought a little. His thoughts were like tiny bubbles. Pop. Pop.
He asked the night, “Where do my bubbles go?”
Mom sat by him. Her voice was soft. “They go where you send them,” she said.
Leo sent one bubble to the Moon. He sent one to the boat. He sent one to Mom. He sent one to his own heart.
He giggled. “My heart is here,” he said.
“Yes,” Mom replied. “And it can hold many things.”
Leo hugged his blanket. He listened to the quiet. The quiet was like a slow song.
He asked, “Can the Moon hear me?”
Mom smiled. “It can feel your light,” she said.
Leo felt happy. He closed his eyes. The Moon kept shining. The boat kept waiting. Mom kept sitting close.
In his mind, Leo sailed gently, right inside his bed.
Moral: Kind thoughts and calm questions can make your heart feel big and safe.
