The Only Hope for Me Is You Alone

It's been a long day. And even a longer night. The thunder storm is fierce and is showing no sign of stopping. I got ready for bed early because I'm just so tired. Having an 11 year old had never seemed so difficult. I just want to shut my eyes- "Mommy!"
I jumped, and ran into my daughter's room. "What? What's wrong?"
"I'm.. sorry mommy, I know I'm supposed to be a big girl because I just turned 11 but, the thunder still scares me."
"It's okay" I said with a sincere smile. I sat next to her and asked "What do you think will make you feel happy?"
"A story" she said and smiled up at me.
"A story...." I thought. I can't tell a story to save my life.
"Well... About what?" I asked
"Well..." She looked down. "How did I get here?"