I’m not one for introductions, so let me start this off by pretending I started this a while ago and we’re all good friends now.
My house is filled with the sounds of a little girl’s screams. She’s screaming because she pushed her brother and he pushed her back. I imagine that this is how the tortured inmates in North Korean prisons feel. It’s like my brain is moments away from melting out of my ears.
“Cherish these times, for they’ll be gone in a flash. Children grow up so fast.”