The eldest son looked up at his mother with wide, innocent eyes. His voice was soft but steady as he answered, \u201cI heard him talking to someone in his dreams, mom. Every night, around the same time, I hear whispers from his crib. But the strange part is, it\u2019s not his voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
The mother\u2019s heart skipped a beat. She felt a chill run down her spine. What could he possibly mean by hearing whispers? She had never noticed anything unusual about the baby\u2019s sleep sounds, just the usual coos and occasional cries. But there was a seriousness in her son\u2019s demeanor, a sincerity that made her realize that this wasn\u2019t just a child\u2019s imagination running wild.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhispers? What do you mean, darling?\u201d the mother asked, trying to maintain a calm facade despite the alarm bells ringing in her mind.<\/p>\n
Her son hesitated for a moment, glancing down at his little brother who seemed serene in his grasp. \u201cIt\u2019s like\u2026someone is talking to him, telling him things. I can\u2019t understand all of it, but I know it\u2019s important. I feel like I have to be there, to make sure he\u2019s safe.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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