My Scary Stories

Children Know Everything

My kids are pretty quiet. I mean, for their age it's a miracle. I have a sweet little girl named Claire, and she's my oldest. Eight and happy!

My little boy is Daniel, six and adorable. He always went to pick me flowers out in our garden, but I never scolded him. It was sweet enough as it was anyway.

I'd watch my kids walk around our lawn, taking small nature walks. (We live on a farm, so they don't get to see other kids much than just at school.) They always walked, hand in hand, and my heart swelled with love for them each and every day.

I loved them with all my heart, but their father sure didn't. He always yelled at them, even when they were just babies. MY babies! How could he?
Well I just had to get rid of him, he was just too loud! He made my poor Daniel cry, so I decided to make HIM cry.

Well of course my children know about it, that's all about growing up! And besides, I did need help with digging up the hole in the back behind our barn.

My children are quiet, and besides, I love them with all my heart! They don't need anybody else but me. And besides, it's not like they'd tell anybody! They love me too.

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