Carola and I were always best friends. Yesterday she invited me to his house to play and me to stay for the night. Actually, I did not know either whether to accept your invitation, because although I have eight years , I never encouraged her to stay in anyone’s home . Do not worry, she said, all will be well .
I agreed and went with her after school . We played until dark , we had dinner , and his mother left us a movie we saw before going to sleep. When came bedtime , I noticed a problem.
The room has two beds, ( Carola’s bed and her older sister who went away ) separated by the space occupied by the bedside table . But above it , there is no a lamp to light at night.
I tried to be strong and not say anything to not look like a baby, but when we went to bed and Carola’s mum turned out the light , I could not help feeling afraid.What is it? my friend asked me .
I never told you , but I’m terrified of the dark, I replied.
There’s nothing wrong , it is very common . I have an idea: take my hand and I’ll take yours. So we will not fear .
I found a good plan, and turned what she said . When he finally felt her hand clutching mine, my fear disappeared, and I could sleep.
This morning , I woke up curled up on the pillow , and I was grateful to Carola gave me courage to stay. I noticed she was also awake, and said thank you .
It was nothing, I just had to do this … and she tried to shake my hand. But when I wanted to take it, we discovered that even though effort, we never would reach one’s hand from the other bed.