Biped Earthling@StillIRise1963 They don't know.
The abject fear whenever we leave home.
The palpable fright whenever any of our offspring are out.
The pounding heartbeats when we're in our own damn yards, and we hear a ghetto bird fly past.
The prayers of thanksgiving every time we or our kids enter the house.
They. Don't. Know.
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