Your were the jumpy type. Always having a sense of doubt and fear imbedded in you after having survived a bad childhood.

She took care of you, always so gentle and loving with you. She never made you feel bad for anything you did. It was new years and they were setting off loud fireworks nearby. You were huddled up in her arms, trying to ignore the loud booms. There was music playing in the background to try and drown it out but it clearly wasn't working.

She was gently stroking you hair, soothing you. She murmured sweet nothings in your ear to keep you calm till the fireworks were over. "You're okay..it's okay..."