Never safe unless...

When I was a child, I had no room of my own. My parents took the only bedroom and because of their lifestyle often slept late, especially weekends. I slept each night on a convertible sofa in the living room, and weekend mornings I would eat cold cereal or just cereal out the box and watch cartoons.
It was one of the precious times I felt safe and cozy. I cry for that poor little girl I once was. A sad, lonely quiet little girl....