In the mirror it wasn't my baby. It was old and awful. It's scaly grey skin hung in folds like a lizard or an old man's arms.

That wasn't my baby, that wasn't my darling. Whatever it was I couldn't stand to be in the same room.

I tried to drown it but it came back. "I'm hungry, Mommy, I'm hungry." I ended up cooking grilled cheese for the monster.

I tried to hide. I locked it out but it beat on the door. The wood shuddered and shook.

"Let me in, let me in. Mommy , let me in."