Anya's eyes slowly closed as her father sang her to sleep. She was a little scared that she would have more bad dreams, but her papa was right there to comfort her and that made her feel much better.

Another wonderful thing about her papa was his singing. He was a really good singer. Or perhaps he wasn't, but it sounded like the best in the world to Anya at that moment. It made her feel secure, and she knew that he would never leave. He would always be by her side, she knew it.

Anya fell into a sound, undisturbed sleep. There would be no more bad dreams that night.