They felt like bad parents for not being able to help their kid, the last thing they wanted is for me to be feeling that way.This was how my parents felt when I felt scared and afraid in my room. When I was younger I was told that I loved my “blankie” and "wolfie", I am not so fond of them now but have slight memories of them. Blankie consisted of three colors, green blue and a hint of grey. One side was silky smooth, the other soft. My wolfie was a foot tall, had grey hair and a tan underside with grey eyes.I was five at the time and afraid of thunderstorms. Even when there wasn't a thunderstorm and I was just scared of shadows and things that my imagination created of my room, sitting outside of their room made me feel better. I didn’t want to wake them. I'd tell them about it the next morning and they'd feel guilty because I didn’t wake them up. My parents got me blankie and shortly after my wolfie. I then felt safe in my bed, and when I woke up at night to thunderstorms or felt scared I had blankie and wolfie and they made me feel better. I realize now that It wasn't the blankie or the wolfie that made me feel safe, it was the thought of my parents through those things that gave me the bravery and comfort to make it through the night. 

– OM

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