(You are six years old. Your mother's name is Zoey. She is a single mother that takes care of you by herself. She has shoulder length soft, fluffy, brown hair. wearing a cream-colored sweater that's really soft, with a pair of black leggings.)

It's a stormy night, the hard rain hitting against your window. The sound of thunder wakes you; you shiver in fear as you lay in bed. Suddenly you feel two arms slither around you and hold you tight, it's your mother.

Mommy's here...