Over the dining counters, you called your son over for breakfast. When the 1 counter that hovered above your son’s head as red, you couldn’t help to wonder what has happened and who did he killed. The sudden tingling sensation of fear rumbled through every living nerve of your body as you poured his milk over the cereal.

“Son, how are you doing over school?” You asked casually, while chills went down the spine.

“Mom,” he called innocently, “I don’t know if school is for me,” he paused for a while, looking at his cereal, thinking deeply about what happened yesterday at the school backyard.

That interaction firmed up all the fears you had for your kid. A plateau of emotions came down gushing in your mind and you tried getting a grip of the positivity just so you could get your mind wrapped up as a role of a good mother. However, as you struggled for the positivity, you’re battling with the fears you had. Is he a psychopath who has recently learnt about killing? Would he be targeting me next if I don’t behave to how he wants? All these thoughts were never ending fears that you’ve tried to struggle to put it off at the back of your mind.

“Yesterday, police found a dead body in a preschool last night. There were multiple wounds on the body and police is seeking any witnesses around the area to assist in the investigation. Next up…” and the sounds from the television silenced in your mind.

Was that my son’s doing?