Thunderstorm

One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was  tucking her small boy into bed.  She was about to turn off the  light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, “Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?”

The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. “I can’t  dear,” she said.  “I have to sleep in Daddy’s room.”

A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: “The big sissy.”