How to Be Brave

Dear Aditi,
   I saw a lizard last night. In my house. On the window. And like the brave dauntless I claim to be, I went running to my mother wanted to be comforted by her. I was in this state somewhere between crying and laughing. Probably both.
In the most motherly fashion, she made fun of my fear of lizards. It wasn't what I wanted. I wanted mumma to get rid of the lizard. She didn't do that.
I managed to get her to the room to see the lizard that scared me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted her to be scared as well so she would know what it feels like. Obviously, I knew she wouldn't be.
And then  that useless git decided to hide from my mother. You would think that it is all okay now, but no. The moment my mother left me. It decided to show up again.
I ran away to the other room and haven't entered the lizard room since. I know, I am a top notch dauntless.
Be brave,
Upa.