By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Ever since always, I’ve been Buba’s favorite girl. As my older brother, he’s always said he’d protect me and keep me safe. But, now that fall has rumbled through the south, a big old storm parked over our house last night. Usually, the rain soothes me to sleep, but the thunder was relentless, and the lightning kept my room lit up like the lights were on.
I couldn’t sleep and knew Momma and Daddy wouldn’t like it if I crept into their room, so I snuck into Buba’s room instead.