The room is engulfed in darkness. No moon shining outside, no lights, nothing. I’m lying in my bed, eyes closed, waiting. Sure enough, a few seconds later I hear my mother coming to my room, checking if I am asleep. She opens the door as silent as she could, but the old wood still creaks. Even though I can’t see anything, I can still feel her wincing at the sound, fearing that she would wake me up. I’m constraining myself to remain silent, to not move, not make a sound, I’m even afraid to blink. After a few seconds of staying in the doorway, she seems to be satisfied with my regular breath. She steps outside of the room and closes the door. I hear the voice of my father whispering outside.
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