There is a child, staring endlessly at his closet; he is terrified of what he thinks might be inside. The child’s father walks into the room and asks the child what’s wrong; the child continues to stare at the closet door, the father walks over to the door and opens it, the closet is empty, the father says to the child, “there’s nothing to be afraid of, son”. The child slowly gets out of bed and walks over to the closet, slowly, he opens the door, only to see nothing, the child turns to look at the father, the child starts to cry, not tears of pain, but tears of joy, the child can finally sleep without worry.

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