It started one night in the middle of the night. There was a horrible thunderstorm and we also had tornado watches out. I was so afraid of tornados. I went in and crawled in bed with my mom and dad. Even though I was 14, I felt safer in daddy's arms.

I spooned into him as he laid on his side. "What's wrong baby?" "I'm scared daddy." He pulled me into his safe arms. He wrapped his body around me, knees behind mine, bent up and his hand around my hips right at my hair line, snuggling me into him. I felt safe. I drifted off to sleep.