Last night my head hurt, it had been building all day at work. A migraine throbbing behind my eyes. I couldn’t look at the light.
I managed to put the 4 year old to bed and then went and crawled under my duvet, blocking out all the light. I sighed, glad of the relief.
Five minutes later the 6 year old found me. She wanted me to read to her, I told her I couldn’t.
She came back a few minutes later with a book, she stroked my head gently and read to me. Every so often she paused, lifted the duvet a bit and showed me a picture.
It’s there that the husband found her 15 minutes later, sat next to her cocooned, sleeping mother, reading beautifully.