Michael cried all the time, and Kendall was constantly changing his diapers. He seemed to never sleep more than ten minutes at a time, and Kendall was utterly exhausted. Then one morning, she woke up with the sun streaming into her bedroom.

“Michael!” she cried and ran over to her baby’s tiny room. Michael was fast asleep, his tiny fists under his chin, looking like an absolute angel. Kendall couldn’t believe her son had slept all night without feeding or wetting his diaper!

Then she noticed that the bottle she’d prepared for his night feed was empty and his diaper was clean and dry. “That’s so weird!” she said to herself. “Did I feed and change him in my sleep?”

That night, Michael didn’t cry again, and when Kendall woke up in the morning, he was fed and dry and sleeping peacefully. “This is getting really creepy!” Kendall thought. “Maybe I was sleepwalking or something. Tonight I’m not sleeping!”

Kendall lay awake waiting for the slightest sound from Michael’s room, and at three in the morning, she heard a soft cry followed by hushed sounds of someone’s voice.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Was someone in her house? She crept out of bed, moving as silently as possible, and peered into Michael’s room.

What she saw made her freeze.

A woman—no, a young girl—was leaning over Michael’s crib. She was maybe sixteen, with long dark hair, and she was holding Michael with a practiced ease. She gently patted his back, whispering something soft, soothing. Michael sighed and nestled against her as she placed him back down, tucking the blanket around him. Then, just as Kendall stepped forward, the girl turned around—and gasped.

Kendall reached for the light switch, flipping it on. The girl flinched at the sudden brightness. She was real. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. A living, breathing teenager standing in her baby’s room in the middle of the night.

“Who are you?!” Kendall demanded, her voice shaking. “How did you get in here?”

The girl held up her hands. “I—I’m sorry! Please don’t call the police! I wasn’t trying to hurt him! I was just—” She looked down at her feet, hesitating. “I was just helping.”

Kendall’s mind raced. “Helping?” she repeated, still wary. “Who are you?”

The girl sighed and lowered her hands. “My name is Elena. I live next door. I’ve been sneaking in for the past three nights.”

“Next door?” Kendall frowned. “You’re the Wilsons’ daughter? But I thought—” She stopped herself. She didn’t know much about the Wilsons other than that they were quiet and mostly kept to themselves.

“I used to babysit a lot back home,” Elena continued. “When I heard Michael crying all night, I knew you were struggling. My mom said we should mind our business, but I couldn’t just listen to him cry while you were exhausted. I saw the spare key under your mat one day when you got locked out, so… I used it.”

Kendall’s emotions swirled. Shock, relief, a little bit of anger—but also gratitude. “You should’ve told me,” she said, still processing the situation. “You can’t just sneak into people’s houses.”

Elena bit her lip. “I know. I just thought you might say no. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to help.”

Kendall sighed and looked down at Michael, who was sleeping so peacefully, thanks to this teenager. “Well… it was completely irresponsible, but I guess your heart was in the right place.”

Elena nodded quickly. “I won’t do it again! I promise. But if you need help… I’d be happy to babysit. During normal hours.”

Kendall hesitated, but the truth was, she needed help. “I could use an extra pair of hands,” she admitted. “And you’re obviously good with babies. But no more sneaking in, okay?”

Elena grinned. “Deal.”

Over the next few weeks, Elena officially became Michael’s babysitter. She’d come over after school, giving Kendall a much-needed break, and Michael adored her. Kendall, who had been overwhelmed and exhausted, slowly started to feel like herself again. She had time to shower, to eat without rushing, to breathe.

One evening, as Kendall and Elena sat on the couch after putting Michael to bed, Kendall turned to her and said, “Why did you really do it? I mean, I get that you like babies, but that first night—what made you come in?”

Elena hesitated, looking down at her hands. “I lost my little brother when I was ten,” she said quietly. “He was just a baby. My parents don’t really talk about him, but… I still miss him. When I heard Michael crying, it reminded me of him. I guess a part of me just wanted to be there for him the way I couldn’t be for my brother.”

Kendall felt a lump in her throat. “Elena, I’m so sorry.”

Elena shrugged. “It’s okay. Watching Michael grow, helping out… it makes me feel close to him somehow. And I’m really glad I got to help you, too.”

Kendall reached out and squeezed Elena’s hand. “You’ve helped more than you know.”

That night, Kendall went to bed feeling lighter than she had in months. She realized something important—sometimes, help comes from unexpected places. And sometimes, letting someone in is the best thing you can do for yourself and those you love.

The lesson? Don’t be afraid to accept help when you need it. You’re not alone, even when it feels like you are. And sometimes, the people who show up in the strangest ways are exactly who you need.

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