I was working in my garden and my son was in the yard playing with the boy and girl who live across the street.

They said they were hungry. I told them, “There’s plenty of snacks in the kitchen. You can help yourself to whatever you want. Just don’t touch those two big apples on the counter, because I’m making something with them later.

A little while later I went inside to wash up and I saw both apples were missing. The cores were in the garbage can.

I couldn’t find the kids. I searched and called their names, and eventually found them hiding in the garden. I asked if they’d eaten the apples. The boy pointed at his sister. “She did it. She ate one and said it was really good and she gave me the other one and I ate it.”

I was incredibly angry. I told them the rest of their lives would suck and be filled with pain and sorrow and then I kicked them out.

I realize I should forgive them, but before I can do that I’ll have to kill my son.

I work in mysterious ways.