Lightning

Lightning will always remind of my dad. I remember being a very little girl and watching lightning while sitting on the lawn chair on our back porch. When a thunderstorm would wake me up in the middle of the night, I always snuck in the bed on my dad's side. When I sick or sad, I wanted my mom. But when I was scared, I wanted my dad. Tonight I watched the lightning and I was thankful that my dad protected me from "scary" things when I was little.