It was a terrible stormy night six months after my father's death. My mother was sitting alone by the fire, waiting for her baby to arrive. She was feeling sad and ill. Suddenly she heard a noise outside. 'There's someone at the door, Peggotty', my mother called. 'Who is it?'. Peggotty was her servant and her only real friend . 'I'll go and see', Peggotty replied. She went and opened the door.