I write the story of the future...
I raise the vanquishers, the masters, the destroyers of the future.
My every action, my every word will shape this tiny person for good or for ill.
I never dreamed it would be this way.
How fragile they are!
Those soft, chubby hands may one day curl into a fist and damage another without cause.
Those sparkling blue eyes may one day harden into indifference, inflicting injustice to the innocent.
Those gap-toothed grins may one day transform into an sneer, wafting out words of poison and death to those who cry "Mercy!"
So little time.
What will they become?