Kathleen leaned in closer to Eleanor. "I know it must have been frightening, darling."
She scrutinized Eleanor's face as she carefully asked the next question. "Did you have any bad dreams at night?"
Eleanor jogged her memory but couldn't remember if she had any bad dreams. The only dream she remembered couldn't be considered a bad dream.
In fact she would have loved the dream to be repeated every night but she was afraid to share it with her mother because she might get upset.
At the end of the day she could only shake her head. "No, mummy, I didn't have any bad dreams."
"Are you sure?"
"Mm-hmm," Eleanor nodded vigorously to convince her mother and continued taking her juice.
Kathleen ruffled Eleanor's hair." That's OK, but you must remember to tell mummy if you don't feel well. Don't hide anything from mummy, OK?"
"I won't, mummy."
