I tucked my little girl into bed, “Good night sweetie, don’t let the bed bugs bite,” I said leaving the room.


“Yes, hon.”

“Are there monsters under my bed?”

“Of course not,” I soothed, “There are no such thing as monsters under your bed.”

“Ok,” she said smiling, pulling the covers up around her face, “Are there monsters outside?”

I sighed, “Unfortunately, yes.”

“What do they look like?” she asked.

“They look like everyone else, like your mommy and daddy. That’s why it’s important not to talk to strangers.”

“Are you a monster daddy?”

The smile fell away from my face, a stone cold look I didn’t want my daughter to ever see, but I couldn’t help it.

I began to close the door, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

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