One Way to Make the Family Fall Apart
Even with the beige blinds drawn, I can still peek in to see you. Yes, through those tiny little holes, I can watch you change your skin.
And I know you expect privacy. (That's why you closed the blinds.) But those itty bitty holes call like a million children's screams.
Besides, what would you have me do? Let the little children suffer? Let you live with the illusion that when you change, you change alone?