It was the summer of 93. Insomnia ran rampant in our home. Granny didn't sleep well because of pain and restless leg syndrome; Dad because of nightmares and flashbacks from Vietnam; Me because of the other 2. One night I was up late while everyone else was actually asleep. It was well after midnight and I decided to fix a bowl of cereal and watch a movie on Lifetime. I finished my bowl of cereal and began to feel sleepy so I thought I would try to get some sleep. Keep in mind the lights are off at this point. I walked into the kitchen to put my bowl in the sink and walked (literally) into my dad. I screamed and began to cry. He says,"Why did you scream? Why are you crying?" I said through my sobs," You scared me. I didn't hear you get up. " He then says, "Well why did the bowl shatter?" I continued to sob and said," Because I dropped it when you scared me." For reference purposes, my dad had been in the Marine Corps and had done a stint in Vietnam and learned to walk without making a sound. This was one of those instances; compounded with the lights being off and it being the middle of the night- well it scared the life out of me.
He helped me sweep up the broken bowl. He told me to go to bed and he would "try to be quiet". I laughed when he said that because he was ALWAYS quiet when he putzed around the house.
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