As a child, I was deathly afraid of thunderstorms. I would scream and cry, anguishing my mother who had the task of doing her best to calm me down while taking care of two other daughters.
The screaming and tears were nonexistent when my father was home during a thunderstorm. I would curl up next to him on the couch, feeling completely safe amid the worst storms.
My logic was simple: thunder and lightning knew my father was home and they were so afraid of him, they would not dare try to harm us.
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