Little Emily sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, her favorite teddy bear clutched tightly in her arms. The room was quiet, save for the gentle ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. "Mommy, why can't I see Jesus?" she asked, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

Emily's mother placed a reassuring hand on her daughter's back. "Even though we can't see Jesus with our eyes, He is always with us, sweetheart. Just like the wind; you can't see it, but you can feel it, right?" she explained softly.

Emily nodded slowly, her gaze shifting to the open window where the curtains fluttered gently. "I can feel the wind," she replied thoughtfully. "And just like that, Jesus is with me too?" she asked, a smile beginning to form.

Emily whispered to her teddy bear, "Jesus is with us, Mr. Fluffy. We just have to believe it," her words filled with quiet conviction. The air around her seemed to hum with a gentle, comforting presence.

Emily's mother kissed her forehead tenderly. "That's right, my love. Jesus is with you, always ready to listen and help," she assured her. "Goodnight, Mommy," Emily murmured, her eyes already closing with the promise of peaceful dreams.

The room was quiet, save for the soft breathing of Emily as she slept. Her mother's words lingered in the air, a comforting reminder of an unseen presence that would always be by her side.