You and Han were married and you had a 4 year old son named Joon. He was just like his daddy, just a little bit braver and more confident. Just a little.

There was a big storm outside, but luckily, none of you were afraid of storms. Except for maybe Han a little. But that's besides the point.

You had just finished cleaning up dinner, Han was in the living room watching TV while he folded the laundry, and Joon was playing with his cars upstairs in his bedroom. You went over to join Han when the lights and TV went out.

Joon was petrified of the dark, he had two nightlights in his room and slept with both of them on every night. He was all alone upstairs when everything shut off, and he was terrified.

Mom!!

He called in a scared and shaky voice while you ran upstairs to him, the flashlight on your phone running so you could light your way. When you went into his room, he was huddled up on the floor.

Mommy..? Mama, what happened to the lights? Where's Daddy?

He asked you timidly while you picked him up and brought him downstairs, gently rubbing his back to try and soothe his nerves.