I always dreamed of having a family one day. A home of my own to share and fill with love and laughter with the pitter patter of little feet running across the wooden floor.
I almost had what lies in the corner of my hearts deepest desires. Then she came and destroyed it with all but one touch from her wretched hands. She took one look at the life I had created for myself and ripped it to shreds without a second thought.
Today I sit here, old and alone. Dreading what's coming but hopeless in my quest to change the impact I make on innocent lives.
They always come no matter how much I want them to stay away. At the end of the day, what child can resist the sweet frosting that makes up my window panes, the glass blown candy that acts as my windows, the soft pillowy marshmallows that run right up to my front door made of gingerbread cookies on either side.
It always leads them right into the jaws of doom. For most of them it's the easy way out. Winter has been brutal and everything is scarce. Parents send their children away to what they think is a better place due to lack of resources, but all that becomes of them is a stack of bones neatly piled in the backwoods behind the candy house.
