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?