I'm 4 years and three months old. December. 11th or 12th. It's cold outside. I'm going to sleep with Helen today. Ashley is not here today, she's 8 years older than me. I'm cold and scared. I still remember how Charles and Diane fought couple of weeks ago. Snowstorm outside. I'm afraid. Usually I'm not scared of such things but this day and after all of this… I lay and wait for Helen. She hasn't gone to bed yet, and now she isn't in the room, someone has called her. I am cold and I curl under the blanket and I'm scared and I wait for her to come and take my fears away and warm me with her warmth.