Early in the morning, Mag saw Amy sitting at the head of his bed like a duck the moment he opened his eyes. She was looking at him with a worried gaze.
Mag sat up and gently asked, "What's the matter, Amy? Why did you wake up so early?"
"I dreamt that the kindest person tripped and fell last night."
"And then?"
"So, I decided to ask you after I woke up. Does it hurt?"
Amy reached out and touched Mag's head with her little hand with a worried expression.
Mag felt his heart tremble. Why was this little one so sweet early in the morning? It warmed the cockles of his heart.
He raised his arms with a blissful smile, and said, "Father is alright. Although I had a fall, I leaped up before I even touched the ground. See, I am totally fine."
"It's fantastic that Father is alright." A smile appeared on Amy's face too.
