MidReal Story
Whispers in the Shadows
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A father went to say goodnight to his son, as it was routine since he knew his son would have trouble sleeping if he didn't. It was a sort of silent tradition between them, one he never forgot to attend. The room was dimly lit by the lamp, but the father could clearly see there was something unusual about the kid tonight. He looked the same, just with a huge grin that drew from ear to ear. You okay, buddy? He asked. The son nodded, still grinning.
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before saying, Daddy, check for monsters under my bed. The father chuckled and got on his knees to take a look. There under the bed was his son, his real son, pale, trembling, and scared to death. He whispered, Daddy, there's someone on my bed.
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I’m not the kind of man you would expect to see performing a nightly ritual of affection.
I mean, I’m a tough, middle-aged man.
But I know how important it is to show love and care, even if it’s just by saying goodnight.
I’ve done it every night for the past three years.
It started when Michael was a baby, and I knew he needed to hear his parents say goodnight.
Now that he’s four years old, I still go into his room every night to say goodnight.
It’s a routine I never want to break because I know it helps him feel secure and loved.
Before my son was born, I was a very different man.
I drank heavily and smoked like a chimney.
I was a workaholic whose only focus was on climbing the corporate ladder.
But when Michael was born, everything changed.
The second I looked into his big, beautiful eyes, I was determined to be the father he deserved.
And three years later, I’m proud to say that I’m a great father.
As I walked down the hall to Michael’s room, I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about my little boy.
He had brought so much joy into my life, and I couldn’t imagine my world without him in it.
It had been three years since that fateful day when my son came into this world, and I still remember everything about it vividly—the way my wife squeezed my hand with all her might as she gave birth, the sound of Michael’s first cry, and the overwhelming feeling of joy that filled my heart when the doctor placed him in my arms for the first time.
I was a father, and nothing else mattered in that moment.
When Michael was born, I was overcome with a feeling of pure joy.
It was a happiness I never knew existed, and I knew then that my life would never be the same.
As soon as I saw my son, I knew that I would do anything for him.
Even if that meant giving up my old habits and changing my ways.
For me, Michael was a miracle.
He was a shining light in a world that often seemed dark and cruel.
And he was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
As a father, I knew that it was important to show affection to your children, and I was determined to be the best father possible.
That meant showing love and care to all of my children, even if it was just by saying goodnight.
And that was exactly what I was going to do tonight—just like every other night.
As I made my way down the hall, I passed by the other bedrooms in the house.
My wife and two older children were already fast asleep in their rooms, but Michael’s light was still on.
I smiled as I thought about how much he loved to read before bed, just like his mother.
It was a habit that he had picked up from her, and one that he still enjoyed to this day.
As I stood outside his door, I could hear him reading aloud to himself, just like he always did.
Those moments were some of my favorite times of the day—when I got to go into his room to say goodnight.
There was something special about those moments, when it was just the two of us alone together.
Even though he was young, I knew he treasured those moments just as much as me, because they were our time together.
As soon as Michael saw me standing in the doorway, he put down his book and smiled at me.
I smiled back at him, and then walked over to sit on the edge of his bed.
He looked up at me with those big brown eyes of his, a look of pure innocence on his face.
“Hi, Daddy,” he said, still smiling.
“Hi there, little man,” I replied.
“Are you ready for bed?”
He nodded, then reached out his tiny arms to me.
I knew what he wanted, so I laid down on the bed next to him.
He snuggled up against me, resting his head on my chest.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight.
And then we sat there together in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.
After a few minutes, Michael spoke up again.
“Daddy, will you tuck me in?”
he asked, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his request.
He was already snuggled in tight against me, but he knew how much it meant to me to tuck him in.
So who was I to deny him that simple pleasure?
“Of course, buddy,” I said, giving him another squeeze before sitting up to pull the covers over him.
As soon as he was all tucked in, he reached out his arms to me again.
I knew what he wanted, so I laid down next to him, wrapping my arms around him once more.
I held him tight as he snuggled in close, resting his head on my chest.
And then we sat there together in silence for a few more minutes, just enjoying each other’s company.
Before long, Michael was sound asleep, breathing softly as he lay curled up in my arms.
I listened to his breathing for a few moments, then leaned down to press a gentle kiss against his forehead.
“Goodnight, sweet dreams,” I whispered into his ear.
I waited for a response, but Michael was already fast asleep.
I smiled down at him, then slowly got up from the bed.
As I made my way to the door, I glanced back at my son one last time, just to make sure he was all right.
When I saw that he was still sleeping soundly, I quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me.
It was always a bittersweet moment when I left Michael’s room in the evenings.
On the one hand, I was looking forward to having some time to myself.
But on the other hand, I knew that it would be hours before I would see my son again.
And that was something I always hated to think about.
Michael was my youngest child, and I had a special bond with him that I shared with no one else.
He was the apple of my eye, the light of my life, and the reason I got up every morning.
I loved all of my children dearly, but there was just something about Michael that made me want to hold him close and never let go.
I took a deep breath before leaving the room, trying to shake off those last few moments with Michael.
But no matter how hard I tried to push my son out of my mind, his sweet face would not leave me.
I loved him so much that it hurt, but at the same time, I knew that he was growing up so fast, and there was nothing I could do to slow it down.
Laying down with him like that had been something new we had started doing recently, and it had quickly become my favorite part of our goodnight routine.
Holding him close like that made me feel connected with him in a way that no other act ever had.
And it was something I never wanted to give up.
I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching as my son slept peacefully in his bed.
I could have stood there for hours, just watching over him as he slept.
But I knew I couldn’t stay for too long.
Kissing him goodnight had always been the last thing I did before leaving his room.
But on this night, I had to kiss him an extra three times before he let go of me.
He clung to me tightly, not wanting to say goodbye.
And the longer he held on, the more I wanted to stay.
Not wanting to upset him, I didn’t try to pull away.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around him one last time.
His tiny arms squeezed me tight, and he rested his head against my chest.
I held him as close as I could, taking in his sweet scent.
It was in that moment that I realized how much my son had changed my life for the better.
When he was born, I didn’t know how I was going to handle it.
I was already tired from working two jobs just to make ends meet for our family.
And the thought of having another mouth to feed almost pushed me over the edge.
But then I saw his face for the first time.
And all of those worries and fears melted away.
In their place was a burning desire to hold him close and never let go.
He was perfect in every way.
And I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on him that I would do anything for him.
I loved him more than words could ever express.
“Please don’t go,” Michael’s tiny voice said from the bed.
I leaned down to press a kiss against his forehead before whispering back.
“I’ll be right here with you,” I said.
“I’ll never leave you, buddy.Even when you can’t see me anymore.”
I held on tight to Michael as he nodded off to sleep.
I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to his breathing slow.
I knew I should have left his room then.
But I didn’t want to disturb him by moving.
So I laid there beside him for a few more moments until his body went limp in my arms.
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“Goodnight,” I whispered one last time before pulling the covers over his sleeping body.
“Sweet dreams, Michael.”
Michael’s eyes followed me as I stood up from his bed.
He wore a smile on his face—a smile that sent shivers down my spine.
It was wide—wider than any smile I had ever seen from Michael before—and it almost touched his ears.
I knew something was different about it.
But I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was exactly.
It wasn’t normal for Michael to smile like this at me every night.
I felt like this smile should have felt normal by now after all these months he had been doing it.
Yet it still creeped me out every night.
“Is something wrong?”
I asked him as I crossed the room toward him.
Michael shook his head no before answering me.
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
“Are you sure?”
I asked again.
Michael nodded his head.
“I’m sure,” he said, giggling at me.
I tried not to let the smile bother me too much, but it was hard to ignore how weird it looked on him.
Something about it just didn’t feel right.
I wanted to believe him when he told me he was okay.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
I leaned down to press a kiss against his forehead before tucking the covers around his body.
“Sweet dreams, Michael,” I said to him, trying to ignore the chill that ran down my spine.
“Sleep tight, Daddy,” He whispered back, before adding one last thing.
“Don’t forget to check under the bed for monsters!”
I smiled at him, knowing he had asked me the same question every night since he was just a baby.
“I won’t forget,” I said, ruffling my son’s hair.
“Goodnight, Michael.I love you very much.”
His smile widened even more at my words, but I tried not to let it bother me too much.
“I love you too, Daddy!”
he said brightly as I turned off the lamp next to his bed.
I started toward the door, feeling relieved to be out of the room at last.
I had never been so happy to leave my child’s side before.
But for some reason, this night felt different from any other night I could remember.
I took a deep breath before crossing the threshold of the doorway, feeling my heart begin to race with anticipation.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I prepared myself for what was about to happen next.
