When has he failed me? Only that one time...

My face planted into the hard ground as I fell off the swing. It stung so bad and my nose was dripping with crimson. Thomas ran up to me with a towel in hand and picked me up, cradling my small frame. "I'm so sorry, Lisa," he held me tight as my tears became crusty on my flushed cheeks. "I'll never let you fall like that again..." he began to weep. My small hand caressed his face, which was now wet with tears. "Don't be sorry," I said with a smile. He hugged me tight as he carried me home.

I was laid down for a nap as Thomas closed the door with his other hand. He planted a kiss on my head as he tucked me in.