This morning I woke up to the first sounds of thunder, afraid that she'd already be awake and scared. It gets worse here than back home, and I know she doesn't like to be alone during the storms.
There's no wind to disturb the trees, and the clouds are still heavy with their burden. She is sleeping peacefully two rooms away. But when she needs me, I am here.
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