I need to confess, I am living a lie. My husband, the children I call mine, are figments of my ever working imagination. The doctors call it schizophrenia, but I know otherwise. Though I look and think like a human, I am from what is to you an alien planet, but to me it is home. Nevertheless, my greatest wish in the world is to in fact is to become fully human. It is agony to see children running about with their mothers and fathers when I, the evil abomination I am, have no one to love or no one to love me. This is why I wish to destroy all humans.