The difficulties faced by children
The kids are struggling too, each coping in their own painful way. Timmy has grown quiet, isolating himself in his room and escaping into video games, while Lucy clings to me constantly, afraid to let me out of her sight. Their schoolwork is slipping, and concerned teachers have reached out more than once. They ask questions I can’t answer—“Why did Daddy say that?” “What did he mean?”—and it breaks my heart to see their confusion and pain mirrored in such innocent eyes.
The Difficulties Faced By Children
A nighttime knock
One night, a stranger showed up at our door, asking for my husband by name. Startled, I replied, “Who are you?” He looked uneasy, his eyes darting around as if searching for someone—or making sure he wasn’t being followed. The kids peeked nervously from behind the living room door, wide-eyed with a mix of curiosity and fear. “I need to speak with Mark,” the man said urgently, his voice tense. “It’s important,” he added, casting another anxious glance over his shoulder.
A Nighttime Knock
