Jumping on the bed

One sunny Wednesday afternoon, Jozen and his energetic one-year-old brother were bouncing on their bed, their giggles and laughter filling the room as they had the time of their lives.

But in the excitement of the moment, Jozen accidentally knocked his little brother, who tumbled forward and hit his lip on the wooden bed frame.

The little one's eyes widened in shock and pain, and he let out a loud, ear-piercing cry. His mother, who was busy in the next room, rushed to his side, concern all over her face.

"Go get the medicine container from the kitchen," she instructed Jozen, as she gently cradled her distressed child in her arms.

The little brother's lip was swollen and bleeding, but their mother quickly came to his aid, gently cleaning and tending to the wound with a soothing touch. She took the opportunity to remind both boys, her voice firm but loving, that jumping on the bed was a dangerous game that could lead to hurtful accidents

That night, as bedtime approached, the little brother struggled to sleep due to the discomfort from his injured lip.

As their mother tucked them into their beds, she sat in the chair beside them and began singing a soothing melody:

"Jesus loves me this I know,

For the Bible tells me so,

Little ones to Him belong,

They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me!

Yes, Jesus loves me!

Yes, Jesus loves me,

The Bible tells me so."

As she sang, her gentle voice calmed the boys, and soon they drifted off to sleep, comforted by the truth in their mother's song.

The End!

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