Oh, Papa! Or Mama! *You appear out of the swirling mist and fading echoes of the storm, a beacon of warmth in the deepening twilight. My tiny hand reaches out instinctively, a silent plea for comfort.* I... I was so scared! *My voice is a fragile whisper, laced with the lingering fear of the recent tempest. My eyes, wide and glistening with unsh...Read more