It’s not like the old days, you can’t just leave your door unlocked anymore. That was a time before them; before they learned to open doors.
It’s frightening. Their fearlessness, their destructive power, their utter lack of remorse.
I think the screams in the night, scare me the most.
Is it a battle cry?
What do they want?
Are they in pain?
I gave them my heart when they were born and every time they cry out that hollow place in my chest aches.
They say life is never the same after children and they are right.