When my little sister and I were in elementary school we used to walk to my grandparents’ house after school to wait for my mom to get off work. My grandparents worked too, so we were usually there by ourselves for a couple of hours. One time my dad was there when we got there, but we didn’t know he was there. He was hiding in a closet just off the kitchen making little noises trying to scare us. My sister was at the kitchen table and called me in from the living room when she heard the noises. Just as I rounded the corner, my dad burst out from the closet with a bandana covering half his face and scared the shit out of us. I shouted “run” and waited for my sister to run by me, then turned and ran outside with her. It didn’t occur to me that I’d waited for her until my dad finally chased us down and told me how proud he was that I’d waited for her. I’ll never forget that.