When I was little I loved to fall asleep in my father's arms. 2 years old. It's cold outside, wind howls. Diane is there too, but she's busy and asked him to look after me. He stands and cradles me while she's busy. I'm very sleepy and slowly falling asleep. Even though I dressed in warm dress I'm cold, but he warms me, he won't let me get cold. When Diane finish what she's doing I'll be asleep. They lay me to bed, someone will stay with me, to sit or to sleep in that room. They always did it. To not be worried. If they're not staying in the same room as me they staying in closest to mine, they never left me alone. It's calmer, many things could happen, and they are close. I just fell asleep in someone's arms, and for them it was another day with me, day when they could just smile because they don't have any reason for it without me.