Sweetie, it’s bedtime now.

But before you sleep… let me tell you a beautiful little story.

Once, there was a girl who used to count with her fingers

one by one, so quietly, so gently.

A boy saw her and asked,

“What are you counting?”

And the girl smiled and said,

“I’m counting how many days I have left to live.”

The boy’s heart ached.

Could it really be… that few?

A few days later, the boy came back.

His hands were wrapped in white bandages.

He handed her a small bag and whispered,

“This is… something I wanted to give you.”

Then he turned around and walked away.

The girl opened the bag.

And she screamed.

Oh, she screamed so loud. so beautifully loud.

After that day,

she never counted on her fingers again.

Isn’t that… such a lovely story?

Now close your eyes, darling.

And remember

keep your fingers straight when you sleep.

That way… you’ll live much, much longer.

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