Hell, I got some pain in my bones tonight.
There is fractured glass in all my joints. My humanity makes me vulnerable.
I have developed a thick skin. I am damn near bulletproof.
But, about once a decade, a bullet does get through. Takes me closer to death. But doesn’t quite finish me off.
Which means I keep going, as parents must. I can feel the wound. Most of the time I ignore it. But every once in a while someone touches it. Hits a nerve ending. And I just want to crumple.
But I can’t.
I need to keep going. For these children.
And because, if they notice I am lame they will tear me to shreds.