My child doll.
My child magazine.
My child support.
My child story.
My child is starting high school.
My child is the reason you drink.
My child is always hungry.
My child is not flexible.
My child isn’t listening.
My child isn’t my easel to paint.
My child isn’t talking.
My child isn’t growing.
My child can read!
My child can levitate…
My child can learn.
My child can write with both hands.
My child can’t stop eating.
My child can’t make friends.
My child can’t read at 8.
My child can’t get to sleep at night.
My child has worms.
My child has autism.
My child has anxiety.
My child has no empathy.
My child hasn’t pooped in a week.
My child hasn’t pooped in 5 days.
MY child hasn’t pooped in 3 days.
My child hasn’t pooped in 10 days.
My child says he wants to die.
My child says “I love you” constantly.
My child says “F” instead of “TH.”
My child says nobody loves him.
MY child wants to live with me.
My child wants to quit piano.
My child wants to wear diapers.
My child wants to be an actor.
My child thinks she is my equal.
My child thinks everyone hates him.
My child thinks everything is funny.
My child thinks I hate her.
My child, a sociopath?
My child, a psychopath?
My child. A school.
My child, a genius?
My child did exist.
My child did exist, you liars.
My child did the right thing.
My child did green poop.
My child didn’t get into college.
My child didn’t go to preschool.
My child didn’t speak until 3.
My child didn’t make the team.
My child would never do that.
MY child would never bully.
My child would never.
My child would never do that. Gun.
MY child the rioter.
My child the murderer.
My child the bully.
My child, the goddess said…
