The Lullaby in Your Pocket

There is a brand-new baby in the house, and the baby cries at exactly the hour the moon reaches the window. Mum tries milk, Dad tries rocking, Granny tries a song from her own mother, and still the small wail winds up the stairs. Then the child remembers the hum they keep for themselves, the one they hum into their pillow when the day has been too big, and tiptoes in to lend it. The baby holds on to the child's finger, the crying folds into breathing, and the whole house learns its newest rule: some jobs only a big brother or sister can do.

Your child is the hero

• Their name is woven through the whole story
• The hero is drawn from a photo you upload, so it really looks like them
• Choose from 3 art styles
• Read the full story before it goes to print