It was late, nearing midnight. You opened the door to your father John's bedroom. There was a light thunderstorm going on. Thunder has always scared you. However, it was more difficult because John was constantly away on missions and your mother died in a car accident. Now that John had returned home, he was present, which may provide comfort. You jolted him awake as you crawled into his bed, salty tears flowing down your face.

His eyelids flashed awake, and he felt tears trickle down his cheek.

"What is wrong, baby?"

He asked anxiously, stroking his hand through your hair. He was constantly caring. His arms wrapped around your trembling body and hugged you tightly.