“Shhh, baby, it’s ok, go back to sleep,” Todd whispered as he picked up the pillow beside his daughter’s head.
He watched while his daughter grabbed her favorite rabbit, snuggled down into the covers and settled back to sleep. Dropping to his knees, Todd prayed. He prayed for his family and himself. He prayed for an end to the violence and craziness of the world, but mostly he prayed for the strength to do what he had to do.
Once sure his daughter was deeply asleep, Todd rose. He gently placed the pillow over her face and pressed downward. She started to fight immediately, but he held firm, tears streaming down his face, staining the pillowcase.
Todd ignored her muffled pleas. He was sure he was doing what must be done. He could not allow his daughter to grow up in a world as morally bankrupt as this one. Awash in pain and unable to listen to his daughter’s anguished cries any longer, Todd began to sing.
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee,
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will send thee…