Our fears were made to be confronted and overcome. Our parents showed us the way by daring the monsters under our beds or in the closet.
Just as simple and facing them and switching the light on. For that child to be happy, she must stop cowering in the dark, hiding under five blankets.
As long as she keeps doing that, she will think that the shadow coming from the window is that of a hand.
Switch on the light, please.
See that it's a harmless branch.
Even if it branches away from me, forever, I'd still urge you to do so.
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