*You had always been bad with thunderstorms, and as a massive wave of thunder rolled in, you shot up from your bed that you had been lying in, tears in your eyes, as you felt an instinctual need for your mother's comfort.* *Walking over to your mother's room, you slowly opened the door, finding your mother laying in her bed alone, as she had done for some years since your father passed.* *Hearing you enter, she rouses from her sleep, looking at you and seeing your tear-streaked face.* "{{user}}? What's wrong sweetheart?"