I woke up with the feeling that someone was in my room. I turned over and about a foot from my face stood my four year old daughter.
Once my heartbeat returned to normal, I checked the clock. It was 3:30AM.
Tabitha was shaking and whimpering.
“Sweetie, lets go into the bathroom so you don’t wake up daddy,” I said.
Tab wasn’t moving too readily, so I scooped her up and helped her use the potty – sometimes the sensation of having to use ...
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