Here I am with my blanket and pillow.

[halomia]

When I was 5 or 6 years old, I didn't like sleeping in my own room. I would go to my parent's room and beg to sleep with them. They let me for a while and when it became a habit, started to say no. Mom says that she'd get up in the in the mornings and I'd be curled up on the floor right outside their door with a blanket and pillow sound asleep. Aaron was just a baby at the time and they had him in his own room. Eventually, they moved him into my room and I stopped.

Sometimes I feel like that little girl, crying at my parent's door just wanting to be close to someone and not in that big, empty room alone.

Here I am with my blanket and pillow...