When I was little, I stayed at my babysitter\u2019s trailer. Around 3AM I woke up to pee and looked down the hallway. My babysitter was leaning against the wall like a \u201ccool guy\u201d in a movie. I made an eye contact, and my blood ran cold, because she was\u2026standing perfectly still, eyes closed, and not responding. At that age, I didn\u2019t understand sleepwalking, and all I felt was fear. Her posture looked unnatural, like she was waiting for something invisible. I whispered her name, but she didn\u2019t move. The silence in the hallway felt heavier than the night outside, and my heart raced as I tip-toed to the bathroom, hoping she wouldn\u2019t suddenly open her eyes.<\/p>\n
When I came out, she was still standing there, but now she was murmuring softly, like she was having a conversation with someone only she could see. The moonlight from a small window lit just enough of her face for me to notice she looked sad, not scary, almost like she was lost somewhere far away. That tiny detail softened my fear a little, and instead of running, I quietly returned to the couch and pulled the blanket over my head.<\/p>\n
The next morning at breakfast, everything felt normal again. My babysitter hummed while making pancakes, cheerful as always. I asked\u2014very carefully\u2014if she had been awake during the night. She paused, then smiled gently. \u201cSometimes people carry worries into their dreams,\u201d she said. \u201cBut they don\u2019t last forever.\u201d At the time, I didn\u2019t understand what she meant. I just nodded, relieved she was herself again.<\/p>\n
Years later, as an adult, I realized she wasn\u2019t frightening\u2014she was exhausted and overwhelmed, quietly dealing with her own challenges. That night taught me something valuable: sometimes what we fear isn\u2019t danger, but a glimpse of someone else\u2019s silent struggle. And it reminded me that kindness, even toward things we don\u2019t understand, often reveals a truth much gentler than our imagination first paints.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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