In a dream two nights ago, my dad called me. On the phone. He wanted me to check in on my mom, he was worried about her. But the sound of his voice calmed me even in my sleep. He must’ve known how much I would need him today. In the chaos. Under attack. I miss his hand on my shoulder. I miss knowing there was one person on this earth who was always on my side, even before he heard it. There he was.