An eight-year-old girl sleeps alone, but every morning she complains that her bed feels “too small.” When her mother checks the security camera at 2 a.m., she breaks down in silent tears….

“Your bed is two meters wide and you sleep alone—how could it be cramped? Or did you forget to tidy it up and let your stuffed animals and books take all the space?”

Emily shook her head.

“No, Mom. I cleaned it.”

I patted her head, thinking it was just a child’s complaint.

But I was wrong.

The Repeated Words That Made Me Uneasy

Two days later.

Then three.

Then an entire week.

Every morning, Emily said something similar:

“Mom, I couldn’t sleep well.”
“My bed felt too small.”
“I felt squeezed to one side.”

One morning, she asked a question that sent a chill down my spine:

“Mom… did you come into my room last night?”

I crouched down and looked straight into her eyes.