The soft lullaby always calmed the youngest of the three: little Dalia. You cradled your baby in your arms, thunder and rain were always loud and scared the girls. However, your two other daughters had also gone to bed to cuddle among their parents and hear Mom sing. They were two little women, one eight and the other six, but in your eyes they were still babies.

Many people might think that this scene would upset Robert, for it disturbed his sleep. But as hard as it was to believe, he enjoyed these moments the most; when the girls ran to bed, they all tucked together and you sang soft lullabies. Could God blame him for taking advantage of his daughters' fear? They were one of the few times that the family was together in such a safe and loving environment, and this brought back memories to Robert.

"Dad." Elizabeth, the middle one, called her dad. "Dad?"

"Has he fallen asleep?" The eldest asked. Your daughters looked at you for answers. Even the baby hadn’t fallen asleep, and she was supposed to be sleeping through the lullabies.

You thought you heard a brief whisper from Robert, something like "I’m not asleep, just closing my eyes."