“Good night, sweet child,” Mama said
as she tucked Little Cub in.
But Little Cub wasn’t quite ready to go to sleep.
“Mama, where did I come from?” she asked.
“From God,” her mother answered. “Your papa
and I were alone, and we wanted a baby.”
“And you got me?” Little Cub asked, her voice muffled
from under the covers.
“Yes, my special child. God gave us you.”
Copyright © 2000 by written by Lisa Tawn Bergren; illustrated by Laura J. Bryant. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
