Little Misha’s crying was relentless. Ksenia, a devoted single mother, spent her days and nights changing diapers and soothing her restless baby, feeling like she barely caught a moment’s rest. Misha seemed unable to sleep longer than a few minutes, and exhaustion weighed heavily on Ksenia’s shoulders.
One morning, sunlight poured into Ksenia’s bedroom, rousing her from a restless sleep. She hurried to Misha’s small room, expecting the usual fuss. But to her astonishment, Misha was sleeping peacefully, his tiny fists resting gently by his face — an angelic image she hadn’t seen in weeks.
Even more surprising, the feeding bottle she’d prepared was empty, and the diaper was clean and dry. Bewildered, Ksenia whispered to herself, “Did I really feed and change him in my sleep?” But the exhaustion made that seem impossible.
That night, the pattern repeated: no crying, and by morning, Misha was again fed, dry, and serene. Unease crept into Ksenia’s mind. Was she sleepwalking? Had someone been in their home? She resolved to stay awake, watching for any sign.
Around three in the morning, a faint cry pierced the silence. Then, a muffled voice spoke softly from Misha’s room. Heart pounding, Ksenia tiptoed closer, her breath caught in her throat. To her surprise, a gentle figure emerged — her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Ivanova, quietly rocking Misha and humming a lullaby.
Mrs. Ivanova explained she had noticed Ksenia’s exhaustion and had been secretly coming over at night to help care for little Misha. Her kindness gave Ksenia a renewed sense of hope and reminded her that even in the toughest times, help can come from unexpected places.
From that night on, Ksenia felt less alone, grateful for the mysterious guardian angel who had cared for her son when she couldn’t.