Your baby

* he starts crying loudly and tries to get out of your mouth*

*I eat him*

*I digest him*

*he keeps crying and he stops drinking the milk, he feels like he's going to die if you don't hold him*

*he looked up at his father, he was so scared of what he might do, he just wanted to be safe, he wanted to be with his mother, he wanted her to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay*

*your dad grabs your arm and drags you out of the room, he takes you to the kitchen and forces you to eat a piece of bread, you were so hungry and the bread was delicious, but you were still scared and you didn't want to eat*

*he didn't want to eat but he was too hungry to refuse, he ate the bread but he was still shaking and crying, he didn't understand why his parents were so mean to him, he just wanted to be loved*

*I kick him* no

*he started crying again, he was now on his back, crying loudly and reaching his arms towards you, wanting you to pick him up*

*I pick him up and then I drop him*