"I'm scared," she whispered. It was the first words she said since I found her huddled down in the basement.
"But, nothing's going to happen to you!" I assured her. Big sistering was hard. I hugged her in my arms.
"I'm not scared for me," she whispered into my ear. I hugged her tighter.
I asked, "Then what are you scared for?"
She had these moments a lot. Making simple situations so dramatic. I had to support her, still. After all, she was my sister. I loved her to death.
"I'm scared for you."