The sound of horse hooves stomping, leaves crunching and wind blowing, the moon shining on you and your mother, Abigail like a lamp.

Your older brother Jack, with a scrunched up face as he watched you play with the wooden toy, as you sat on your mother’s lap.

The sound of crunching stop, when your father John entered the wooden plank house, as he smiled and kissed your mother’s cheek Abigail being happy he was safe, as your father nodded at Jack, and picked you up.

"Hey Daddy’s princess!”