<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Lilly May Johnson </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Button</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/c9e624d3-8a57-4d03-be16-cb5a4f8fde13_zpsdff13db0.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lilly was munching away happily at her snack that Sam had gotten for her. The treat was delightful and she made little <span style="color: #80BF00">"mmm“</span> noises every once and a while to show her pleasure in the meal, though no one could hear her. However, she heard yelling and began to get scared. It seemed like people were always yelling and screaming on this plane. <br/><br/>The crash had been terrifying as her brother had hurriedly put a mask over her face and pulled her quickly into his lap. <span style="color: #FF8000">"Lilly, whatever happens, don't worry, okay?“</span> She had nodded, reaching up to pull off the mask because it made her uncomfortable. Sam's large hand stopped her, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Keep it on Lilly. Don't take it off until I say. Do you understand me?“</span> Her brother was using that stern voice her Daddy used when he wanted her to behave properly, so she nodded again. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Otay!“</span> she replied, her six year old tongue giving her a difficult time with properly pronouncing the word. She was going to ask Sam a question when a rain of white came down on them and expanded, stiffening so that she couldn't move. She screamed, but stopped when she heard Sam's voice yelling over the roar of the foam and whatever else was happening, <span style="color: #FF8000">"It is okay Lilly! It is okay!“</span> She trusted him, but frightened tears still escaped her eyes. Eventually it had been all over but she had not been able to stop crying. Sam had tried to console her, cooing and singing, rocking her gently. When she had almost been calm, screaming had started and she began to cry once more. Sam covered her ears, trying to muffle the high pitches that hurt Lilly's  sensitive ears, and again had to calm her down. <br/><br/>It was all okay, but the yelling had started again. She didn't like people yelling and she hated fighting. It made her sad and the last time she had seen a fight someone had thrown sand in her eyes on the playground. She didn't very much like that and had done her best to keep people from fighting--but when grown-ups fought, it was scary. They always seemed to hurt each other really badly. <br/><br/>Slipping out of her seat, she peeked from behind the seat in front of her only to see a man yelling and hitting a woman who did not seem to care. Two women ran out, one yelling at him to stop. She recognized her, but couldn't remember the pretty lady's name. The lady had yelled at Sam though, asking him why he wasn't doing anything. Lilly's eyes shifted up to Sam. He looked stunned and a bit worried, his eyes looked up briefly to meet hers and she darted back to her spot. She didn't want to get in trouble. She brought her knees up to her chest, her snack long forgotten while tears bubbled up. <br/><br/>Her brother showed up soon after, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Hey...what did I say about getting out of your seat?“</span> he asked softly. Lilly did not answer the question and instead voiced her fears directly, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Is that man going to hit me too?“</span> Sam seemed startled by that question, but six year old minds had an odd logic. <span style="color: #FF8000">"No, of course not Lilly. No one on this plane will hurt you...“</span> he promised. Lilly wasn't so sure, but she nodded anyway, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Otay..." </span></div>