My mother-in-law Cynthia moved in, and soon after, my daughter Lisa began acting oddly. She was no longer her cheerful self, and it worried me deeply. One night, I saw her sleepwalking through the house, clutching her teddy bear. I quietly followed her, and what I discovered that night shocked me, leading to a bigger mystery I needed to solve.
We were a happy family, living together in peace. Our days were filled with laughter, playful moments with our daughter, Lisa, and cozy family dinners.
Tony worked as a financial analyst, always dreaming of starting his own business, while I balanced my career and took care of our home.
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One evening, Tony came home with exciting news.
“Amelie, I found partners, and I can finally start my own business, just like I’ve always dreamed!” he announced, grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s amazing, Tony!” I hugged him, feeling proud. “You’ve worked so hard for this.”
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“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he said, looking a bit hesitant.
“With our new jobs, we’ll be even busier. Mom has been complaining about her health and suggested moving in with us. She wants to help with taking care of Lisa.”
I frowned.
“Tony, you know how Cynthia feels about our marriage. She never really accepted me.”
“I know, but she insisted,” Tony replied. “And we really could use the help right now.”
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I sighed, unsure.
“Alright, but only because we need the help. And of course, she wants to move in now that things are looking up for us.”
***
A few days later, Cynthia moved in. She entered the house with a big smile, her hands held in front of her, carrying a gift for Lisa.
“Hello, Lisa! Look what Grandma brought you,” she said, handing Lisa a fluffy teddy bear.
“Thank you, Grandma!” Lisa hugged the bear tightly, her eyes sparkling with joy.
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Tony looked at me, hoping I would make an effort. “Thanks, Cynthia. I’m sure Lisa will love it,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Amelie, I know we’ve had our differences,” Cynthia began. “But I want to make this work for Tony and Lisa.”
“I hope so,” I replied cautiously.
***
Days turned into weeks, and I noticed changes in Lisa. She became cranky and sleepy during the day. She wasn’t her usual cheerful self, and it worried me.
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“Lisa, honey, why are you so tired?” I asked one afternoon as she rubbed her eyes.
“I don’t know, Mommy. I just feel sleepy,” she replied, yawning.
That night, as I checked on her, I saw her walking around. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be in a daze.
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“Lisa, sweetie, what are you doing?” I whispered, gently taking her by the hand.
She didn’t respond, just continued clutching the teddy bear. I carefully guided her back to bed and tucked her in, feeling a knot of worry in my stomach.
The next morning, over breakfast, I decided to bring it up with Tony.
“Tony, I saw Lisa sleepwalking last night,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “She was wandering around with that teddy bear your mom gave her.”
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Tony looked surprised. “Really? That’s strange.”
Before he could say more, Cynthia, walking nearby, chimed in.
“Oh, that’s perfectly normal. Tony used to sleepwalk as a child too. There’s nothing to worry about,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Are you sure?” I asked, looking at her thoughtfully.
“Absolutely. It’s just a phase,” Cynthia insisted, her tone final.
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I nodded, but the worry didn’t leave me. Later that morning, as Tony was getting ready for work, he suddenly frowned and checked his wallet.
“Amelie, have you seen some money I left in my wallet? It’s missing,” he said, looking puzzled.
“No, I haven’t touched your wallet,” I replied honestly.
Tony sighed. “Maybe I misplaced it. It’s probably just somewhere around.”
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I decided to get my purse to give my husband some money. But I was surprised to find a much larger sum than I had yesterday.
“Tony, look at this. Is this the amount you were missing?” I said, showing him the money.
Tony peered into the purse and nodded. “Yes, that’s exactly how I tied and stored the amount in my wallet yesterday. That’s strange. Maybe you took it by mistake?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m sure I didn’t. It’s really odd.”
How did it get there?
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Tony shrugged, trying to brush it off. “Let’s not worry about it.”
But I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling. Something was definitely wrong, and I needed to figure out what was happening. That night, I couldn’t sleep, thinking about Lisa and the strange occurrences.
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***
The next few days, I kept a closer eye on Lisa. She was still cranky and tired during the day, and I noticed she clung to the teddy bear more than usual.
I decided to follow her if she sleepwalked again, to see if I could find any answers.
That night, it happened again. I saw Lisa get up from her bed, holding the teddy bear tightly in her arms. This time, her eyes were wide open, but she didn’t seem to notice me.
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She walked out of her room and down the hallway. I quietly followed her, making sure not to wake her. My heart pounded as I watched her small figure move through the dimly lit house.
This time, she went straight to Cynthia’s room. I paused outside the door, straining to hear. I heard Cynthia’s voice, low and insistent.
“Go to your parents’ room… Take the money from the safe, Lisa. Remember, it’s our little secret.”
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My blood ran cold. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I stood frozen for a moment, then hurried back to my room to wake Tony.
“Tony, wake up! You have to see this,” I whispered urgently, shaking him awake.
Tony groggily opened his eyes. “What’s going on, Amelie?”
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“It’s Lisa. She’s in your mom’s room. I heard Cynthia giving her instructions to take money from the safe,” I said, my voice trembling.
Tony sat up, looking frustrated. “Amelie, you’re overreacting. Mom wouldn’t do that.”
“Please, Tony, just come and see,” I begged.
Reluctantly, he got out of bed and followed me to Cynthia’s room. We quietly opened the door and saw both Cynthia and Lisa seemingly asleep. Tony sighed in exasperation.
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“See, they’re both asleep. You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” he said, rubbing his temples.
“No, Tony, I know what I heard,” I insisted.
Frustrated, Tony stomped over to the safe.
“I’ll prove to you that this is all a misunderstanding. The money should be right here. I was going to invest it in my project tomorrow.”
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Then Tony’s face went pale.
“What? No, this has to be a joke. The money was here this morning!” he shouted, his voice filled with anger.
“Tony, it’s not a joke. Your mother is responsible for this,” I said firmly.
The commotion woke everyone up. Cynthia came into the room, looking defensive.
“What’s all this noise about?”
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Tony turned to her, fury in his eyes. “Mom, did you ask Lisa to steal money from the safe?”
Cynthia’s eyes widened, and she started to deny it. “Of course not! How could you even think that?”
Just then, Lisa started to cry, scared and confused by the shouting. I knelt down and gently took her hand.
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“Lisa, sweetie, can you tell us what happened? It’s important.”
Lisa sniffled and nodded. She walked over to my purse and pointed.
Tony looked inside my purse and found the missing money. His face contorted with rage and disbelief.
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“Amelie, how could you? Were you trying to frame my mother?”
“No, Tony! I didn’t know the money was there! It was your mother’s doing!” I protested.
But Tony was too angry to listen.
“This is too much. I can’t deal with this right now. Amelie, I think it’s best if you stay somewhere else for a while. Mom will watch over Lisa.”
“Tony, please, you have to believe me. I’m not the one at fault here!” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.
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Cynthia stood behind Tony, a look of satisfaction hidden in her eyes.
“It’s for the best, Amelie. We need some time to sort this out.”
My heart was breaking, but I knew I had to find a way to prove the truth and protect my family.
***
In the morning, Tony left for work while I started packing my things. My heart was heavy with sadness and frustration.
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As I gathered my belongings, I went into Lisa’s room and noticed her sitting on the bed, talking to the teddy bear.
“Lisa, sweetie, who are you talking to?” I asked gently, trying not to startle her.
She looked up at me with big, innocent eyes.
“The teddy bear, Mommy. But it doesn’t want to talk anymore.”
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I frowned, feeling a knot of worry. “What do you mean, it doesn’t want to talk anymore?”
Lisa hugged the bear tightly.
“It used to talk to me before bedtime. Grandma said it was our little secret.”
My heart sank. This was worse than I had imagined.
“Lisa, can I borrow the teddy bear for a bit? I need to wash it,” I said, trying to sound casual.
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She hesitated, then answered, “Okay, Mommy. Just be careful with him.”
I didn’t leave the house. I was waiting for the evening to put everything in its place. I had a hunch about what was happening and who was behind it all.
***
That evening, while preparing dinner, Cynthia entered the kitchen. She stood there with her arms crossed, looking smug.
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“Why haven’t you left yet, Amelie? Tony doesn’t want a thief in his house.”
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I have some unfinished business, Cynthia. Everything will be resolved when Tony returns.”
Cynthia’s eyes narrowed. “What are you planning?”
“You’ll see,” I replied, turning back to the stove.
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When Tony came home, I was ready.
“Tony, I need to show you something,” I said, holding the teddy bear.
He looked weary. “What is it now, Amelie?”
“Please, just trust me,” I urged.
I brought out the teddy bear and carefully opened it, revealing a small talking device inside.
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“Tony, Lisa wasn’t sleepwalking. She was being manipulated by this device. Cynthia has been using it to give her instructions.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Cynthia shouted, her face turning red. “You’re making this up!”
“Let’s check Cynthia’s room for the other half of the device,” I suggested, keeping my voice steady.
Cynthia backed away, her eyes wide with fear. “No, you can’t go in there!”
Tony, now suspicious, insisted, “Mom, we need to see.”
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I pressed the button on the bear’s device and spoke into it. At that moment, we heard my voice echoing from Cynthia’s room.
Tony rushed in and found the other device hidden under Cynthia’s pillow.
Lisa, hearing the commotion, peeked into the room. “Grandma, are we playing a new game since our secret is out?”
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Tony looked puzzled. “Mom, how did you use the bear to control her?”
Cynthia sighed, wiping her tears. “I put a walkie-talkie inside the teddy bear and another one under my pillow. When Lisa would start sleepwalking, I would whisper instructions to her through the bear. I would tell her to come to my room, and we would play a game. She would take money from your wallet and put it in her mom’s purse, and then back again.”
“Mom, why? Why would you do this?” Tony exclaimed.
In tears, Cynthia finally broke down.
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“At first, it was just to see if it would work. Then it became a way for me to feel in control, to have a role in the family. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt everyone.”
Tony, filled with anger and disappointment, shook his head.
“Mom, this is wrong. You can’t use Lisa like that. If you want to be part of this family, you have to stop these manipulations and respect our lives.”
Realizing her mistakes, Cynthia nodded, her face wet with tears.
“I’m sorry, Tony,” Cynthia said, her voice trembling with emotion.
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“I just wanted to feel needed. I promise I’ll do better. I’ll only visit on weekends and spend time with Lisa occasionally.”
Tony looked at me. “Amelie, what do you think?” he asked softly.
I took a deep breath, trying to hold back my tears.
“Cynthia, we all make mistakes. But if you truly want to be part of this family, you need to accept us and respect our boundaries. I think it would be good for Lisa to spend time with her grandmother.”
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Cynthia nodded, wiping her tears.
“I understand. I’ll respect your family’s peace and unity.”
I smiled faintly, looking at my sleepy daughter and feeling a glimmer of hope.
“Let’s take it one step at a time and work together to create a loving environment for Lisa.”
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Cynthia reached out and took my hand.
“Thank you, Amelie. I promise I’ll make it right.”
The truth was finally out, and now we could begin the process of rebuilding our trust and unity. It wouldn’t be easy, but with love and understanding, we could overcome this challenge together.
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A young boy’s heart shatters when cruel classmates mock the sweater his grandmother lovingly knitted for him. But one teacher’s act of kindness stitches his heart back together, proving that real heroes don’t always wear capes.
The schoolbag felt like a boulder on Dylan’s tiny shoulders as he trudged home, kicking pebbles along the cracked sidewalk. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, and his eyes were fixed on the ground. What burden could an 8-year-old possibly bear?
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It was the new trend at school and all the kids were buzzing about wearing superhero-themed jerseys the next day. All except Dylan.
His heart sank as he thought about his grandma Mariam, or Mimi as he called her. He knew she couldn’t afford one.
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As he approached their little cottage nestled at the far end of the picturesque street, he spotted Mariam in their little backyard, her wrinkled hands carefully plucking beetroots from the soil.
“Mimi, I need to talk to you,” Dylan called out, his voice tinged with frustration.
“Be there in a jiffy, sweetie!” Mariam chirped back.
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Dylan stomped into the house, flinging his schoolbag. It knocked over an old framed photo of baby Dylan cradled in his parents’ arms. The glass cracked, a spider web spreading across their smiling faces.
Dylan’s heart clenched as he looked at the photo, remembering the story Mariam had told him countless times.
His parents had died in a tragic car crash when he was just one year old. Since then, Mariam had been his rock, his everything.
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She’d raised him alone, scraping by on what little she earned selling homemade cookies, fresh eggs from their backyard chickens, and her hand-knitted items around town.
It wasn’t much, but Mariam had always made sure Dylan never went without love.
She hurried in, her apron stained with dirt. “What’s wrong, my little man?”
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Dylan looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Can… can you buy me a superhero jersey, Mimi? Please? It has to be Spiderman!”
“Oh, honey,” Mariam’s voice cracked. “Let me see what I can do.”
Her heart raced as she scurried around the house, checking every nook and cranny where she might have stashed away a few dollars. Cookie jars, pillowcases, even the rusty tin behind the peeling wallpaper. All empty.
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With trembling hands, she counted the meager savings she’d scraped together. Ten dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had.
“I’ll be right back, sweetie,” she called out, her voice steady despite the worry gnawing at her insides.
The bell above the door jingled as Mariam entered Smalltown Styles, the only kids’ clothing store for miles. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a lone Spiderman jersey hanging on the display.
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“How much for that one?” she asked, pointing with a shaky finger.
The shopkeeper smiled apologetically. “That’s our last one, ma’am. Sixty-five dollars.”
Mariam’s face fell. “Oh… I see. Thank you anyway.”
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As she turned to leave, the shopkeeper called out, “Wait! We’re having a sale next week. Maybe you could—”
But Mariam was already gone, the bell’s cheerful jingle doing little to ease her heavy heart.
Back home, Mariam found Dylan curled up in bed, his small frame wracked with silent sobs. She gently shook him awake for dinner, a humble meal of porridge with boiled beetroot and eggs.
Dylan ate quietly. It seemed unusual to Mariam, but she understood.
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“Time for your bedtime prayer, sweetie,” she reminded him softly.
Dylan mumbled through the familiar words, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.
For the first time since he could remember, he crawled under the covers without giving Mariam a goodnight kiss.
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As soon as she heard his breathing even out, Mariam sprang into action.
She crept into Dylan’s room and carefully removed the worn Spiderman poster peeling from the wall. Back in her room, she fired up her old knitting machine, determination etched on her face.
Through the night she worked, her arthritic fingers flying over the yarn, shaping it into a familiar red and blue pattern.
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As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the window, Mariam held up her creation—a woolen Spiderman sweater, crafted with love in every stitch.
“Dylan, honey! I’ve got a surprise for you! It’s in the dining room!” Mariam called out, her voice hoarse from lack of sleep but brimming with excitement.
Dylan shuffled into the dining room, his eyes widening as he saw the sweater laid out on the table.
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For a split second, disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it with a smile.
“I love it, Mimi!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her waist.
As Dylan headed off to school, Mariam watched him go, her heart swelling with pride. She didn’t notice the slight droop in his shoulders or the way he tugged nervously at the sweater’s sleeves.
“Have a great day, my little superhero!” she called after him.
Dylan smiled, not knowing what awaited him.
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The classroom erupted into laughter the moment Dylan stepped through the door. His cheeks burned as he heard the jeers and taunts from his classmates.
“Did you find that in the trash?” one boy shouted.
“Woolen Spiderman! That’s hilarious!” a girl chimed in, her pigtails bouncing as she giggled.
“Hey, Dylan! Did your grandma mistake you for a sheep?” another boy called out, causing a fresh wave of laughter.
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A girl in the front row wrinkled her nose and said loudly, “Eww, it probably smells like mothballs and old people!”
Dylan’s vision blurred with tears. He spun on his heel and bolted from the room, nearly colliding with his teacher Mr. Pickford in the hallway.
“Dylan? What’s wrong?” Mr. Pickford called after him, but Dylan was already out of sight.
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Frowning, Mr. Pickford strode into the classroom where the cruel laughter continued.
“Did you see his face?” a boy snickered.
“Yeah, he looked like he was gonna cry!” another chimed in.
“Guess Spiderman can’t save him from bad fashion!” a girl added, sending the class into another fit of giggles.
Mr. Pickford’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene.
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The laughter died instantly as the children noticed his presence. His gaze swept over their suddenly guilty faces, understanding dawning in his eyes.
He strode across the classroom, his footsteps echoing in the abrupt silence. Mr. Pickford pursed his lips, a plan already forming in his mind.
“I see,” he softly whispered to himself. “Well, class, I think it’s time for an important lesson: one that’s not in your textbooks.”
With that, the dismissal bell rang. As the students filed out, Mr. Pickford couldn’t shake the feeling that something unexpected was in store for the coming Monday.
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The weekend crawled by for Dylan. He dreaded Monday morning but he couldn’t bear to disappoint his grandma. So, with a heavy heart, he pulled on the Spiderman sweater and trudged to school.
As he entered the classroom, Dylan braced himself for another round of mockery. But the room was eerily quiet. Every eye was fixed on him, but not with derision. Instead, with something that looked almost like… admiration?
“Ah, there’s my superhero partner!” a familiar voice boomed from the corner.
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Dylan’s jaw dropped. There stood Mr. Pickford, grinning from ear to ear, wearing an identical Spiderman sweater.
“What do you say we take a picture in our awesome sweaters?” Mr. Pickford suggested, pulling out his phone.
Tears welled up in Dylan’s eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy. As Mr. Pickford’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, Dylan felt a warmth spread through his chest.
“How… how did you know, Mr. Pickford?” he whispered.
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Mr. Pickford winked. “Let’s just say a little birdie told me. Or should I say, a very talented grandma knitted me one last weekend!”
Dylan’s eyes widened in realization. “Mimi made yours too?”
Mr. Pickford nodded, his eyes twinkling. “She’s quite the artist, your Mimi. You’re a lucky boy, Dylan.”
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As they posed for the photo, Dylan’s classmates gathered around, oohing and aahing over the matching sweaters. For the first time in days, Dylan felt his lips curve into a genuine smile.
Two days had passed since the incident, and Dylan was basking in the newfound peace in the classroom. As he rounded the corner to their cottage that afternoon, he skidded to a halt. A line of fancy cars stretched down the street, and a crowd of people milled about in their front yard.
“Mimi?” a terrified Dylan called out, pushing through the throng.
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He found her sitting at a table, surrounded by parents waving money and placing orders.
Mariam’s eyes sparkled as she scribbled down requests for Superman sweaters, Wonder Woman cardigans, and even a few Hulk hoodies.
“Dylan!” she exclaimed when she spotted him. “Look at all these nice people who want sweaters just like yours!”
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Dylan’s chest swelled with pride. He watched as his grandma’s skilled hands flew over her knitting machine, creating masterpiece after masterpiece. The cottage that had once felt so empty now buzzed with life and laughter.
As the fiery orb of the sun descended, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Mariam packed away her yarn and needles. She turned to Dylan with a mischievous grin.
“What do you say we celebrate, my little superhero? I hear the amusement park has a new Spiderman ride!”
Dylan’s eyes lit up. “Really, Mimi? Can we go?”
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Mariam laughed, a sound as warm and comforting as the sweater Dylan wore. “Of course we can, pumpkin. After all, every superhero needs a day off sometimes!”
As they walked hand in hand towards the twinkling lights of the fairground, Dylan looked up at his grandmother. In the fading light, he could almost see a halo around her silver hair.
“I love you, Mimi. So, so, so much!” he chirped.
Mariam gently squeezed his hand, her eyes glistening. “I love you too, sweetie. To the moon and back.”
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And as they stepped into the whirl of colors and laughter, Dylan realized something important: Life might get tough sometimes, but there are guardian angels watching over us. Sometimes they wear teacher’s badges, and sometimes they knit Spiderman sweaters! But they’re always there, ready to wrap us in love when we need it most.
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