In a cozy bedroom bathed in soft lamplight, lived a sweet toddler named Ethan. With tousled hair and sleepy eyes that sparkled with mischief, Ethan loved to sing and hum to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
But when the sun began to dip below the horizon and the world outside grew quiet, Ethan’s mother would gather him up in her arms and carry him to his bedroom for bedtime. Ethan would protest at first, but soon he would settle down and listen as his mother sang him a sweet lullaby.
As Ethan’s mother sang, Ethan would snuggle close and hum along, his voice blending with hers in perfect harmony. Together, they created a melody that filled the room with warmth and love.
After the lullaby, Ethan’s mother would tuck him into bed and kiss him on the forehead. “Sweet dreams, my little songbird,” she would whisper, her voice soft and gentle.
Ethan would close his eyes and drift off to sleep, his dreams filled with visions of music and magic. And as he slept, he knew that no matter where his dreams took him, his mother’s song would always be there to guide him back home.