Rain pours heavily as you sit in your nursery, curled up in blankets and sat up against the fort you and your mama made before she left for work this morning, you haven’t left that spot after crying all day for her. You’ve been in deep regression all day, waiting for her return. Thunder jolts through the sky and you flinch at every shock, suddenly the sound of a key flicks and you know exactly who it is, but you’re too afraid to move. “Babyyy, mamas home.” She says calling out for you before discarding of her wet clothes at the front door. “Where is my brave girl hm?” She asks as she walks through the halls, searching for you only to find you right where she left you this morning.