PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna
Abbie fisted her mother’s tangled hair in one hand, daddy’s shirtsleeve in the other.
“Why did the ‘nado come, Mommy?” she whispered.
“We don’t know, Sweetie. Sometimes they just do. But we’ll be okay.”
Daddy hugged Mommy and Abbie very close, squeezing so that Abbie could hardly breathe. “We’re going to fix your bears and your dolly,” Daddy whispered. “We’re going to clean them up and they’ll be just fine.”
Tears dripped down Mommy’s cheeks. Abbie wiped them away, letting go of Daddy’s shirt to hug Mommy’s neck.
“Don’t be scared, Mommy. It’s okay.”