I got some things weighing on my mind and heart lately, and one of those things is the reality that there are some parents out there who treat their child(ren) poorly. Like they really look at the little human THEY made and think that what they’re doing is ok. My son is always the first one to be fed, the first one to take a bath, and the first one to go down at night. I look at my son and see a pure innocent soul, full of spirit and I could NEVER imagine hurting him or betraying him. I am his temple, his safe place.