“Do you think it’s because of the bomb in the backyard?” I was confused. “There’s no bomb, Freddie. You must have been having a bad dream when the noise woke you up.” Freddie raised his head from the floor and removed his hands from his ears. He seemed calmer than me at that moment, but just as upset, tears and snot had covered his face. “I wasn’t, Mommy. I was looking out of the window when the shaking started.” “What were you doing out of bed?” “The air was stinging me, so I opened my window like you taught me ... Sorry.” “You don’t need to be sorry, that was very smart. Good boy. I’m proud of you.” “The thunder started as the lawn spit the bomb out.” “Mommy is confused. Could you show me what you’re talking about?” “Yes.” He scooted from under the bed, I did the same but it took me twice as long as him. He grabbed my hand and ran me to the window. I had to jump debris on the way. I also noticed a large crack in the wall over his bed. My jaw fell when I saw he was telling the truth.
