He seemed like a very nice guy when we met him. He seemed to bring happiness to Mary's life. She seemed in love with the perfect guy. Little did we know, he often raised his hand to harm to her.
He took time to admire the sky. "Airplane, Mommy, Airplane," he said. In this moment nothing else mattered. It took me away from of all of thoughts of "what if." Do I have dinner ready? What about the ants? What about the ground being too warm? Never mind all that.