It was the littlest voice from the top of the stairs and it was fifteen minutes past midnight. Her dad is usually the one who answers her night time calls, but tonight I was not yet in bed so I went to her.
"Molly, what do you need?" She was sitting up in her bed looking about as if trying to figure out where she was or maybe what it was that had woken her.
She looked at me with exasperation...
"Peace, Mom. I just really need some peace! I can hear Meg's radio so loud. I'll just listen to Meg's music for now."
"Molly, do you want me to turn your music off in here?"
There was such a jumbled mix of music coming each of the three rooms upstairs at that late hour.
"Yes Mom, that will give me some peace."
I turned off her CD player and returned to her bed to tuck the blankets under her chin. She squirmed in tight and opened an eye and looked at me.
"Now I'll be quiet and give YOU some peace too!"
Yes. That's just what she said.
Happily, she was true to her word!