The Tyrant

Hollering, broken things, tears. This is what’s left in the wake of his unhinged emotions—the wrath of his fury felt by all when his demands are not met.

Food must be prepared in a particular fashion. His wardrobe shall be changed on a whim. He expects undivided attention at all times.

Then he grabs you for a hug. Says, “I love you.”

It’s tough living with a toddler.

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