Five Difficult Things About Blessing

The kid. Unique-Blessing? Yeah, I don't like him.

I am his babysitter, and honestly, I wish he'd let his son go... Not even sure if he's really our family.

Yes, it is I, The Cheddar man.

I am scared of him, honestly. He used to be a sweet child, but now, he's gone rogue. <y brother is even having second thoughts about keeping him in the family. He's thought of giving him to his mother. This is a man who grieved for days over his offspring being aborted.

You wanna know what's even crazier? This angel guards him and keeps saying his kid is still in Heaven. She says, "He's not on Earth."

"That demon was literally sent here to torture the family‼" She says to deaf ears as Donald walks out silently in thought and denial.

The kid had sweet, manipulative moments. Donald loved him. He genuinely loved him. He kept the little imp at his hip. I don't like calling a 6-year-old a demon, so I chose imp.

"We were born alone and die alone," this is ironically what my six-year-old nephew told us all the time to improve our thoughts on death.

That was highly ironic.

I once saw my nephew. He was outside talking to four other children his age. Another came up, a two-year-old that looked like the fat guy I saw with Aunt Beth's kid, Syrus.

Syrus toddled into the alleyway at first, then he started walking like a proper man. It was cute to me; he was learning to stop waddling and straddle like a grown man.

But... That's just what I thought happened.

What happened next... Don't go into that alleyway whenever they're there.

The children can shapeshift.

The children's bodies turned black as little dripping tails sprung from just above their little bottoms.

They grew black scales that dripped red... Whatever that was.

All the children were boys, I thought, yet none had private parts in this form.

I saw my little nephew, once adorable, turn into a grown man hunched over as the little demonic Syrus ran into his arms and began to get skinnier and more... Monstrous. Syrus' little body lost its chubbiness and spark, eyes turned red, and ears pointed out like a baby elf's ears would.

His fingernails, which would give me bloody scars, had turned into claws. Syrus' little tail was a cute demon tail, or it used to be when his body was still chubby.

He was terrifying; the more he morphed, the more he looked like a tiny demon.

Suddenly, Syrus spoke... Which was a red flag; Syrus was a preemie and could not speak. He sounded like an old grandpa, no, literally. He in no way sounded like a toddler. He said in entire perfect sentences, "What do you want with me?"

Some of the little demon boys had morphed into demon girls by now.

They all looked like adult, naked demons, which freaked me out.

The five-year-old Tommy was a girl, The seven-year-old Charles was a girl, and the eight-year-old Timmy was a girl.

Only my nephew and Syrus were true boys.

I thought, anyway. What were those demons? They never had intimate parts. The demons bypassed me as if I wasn't there. They talked amongst each other. So I went to see my nephew, but he just overlooked me. So I yelled, "Syrus, Tyke?! Unique-Blessing?!"

I saw Unique-Blessing gag and asphyxiate, then exclaim, "Chill it!" Then panicking, turned back into his typical self. The others returned to their initial formations and said, "Hello, Mr. Cheddar." A name the kids would call me. They were normal, right?

To be continued...