Burglars, kidnappers, and anything outside past 9:00 pm.
She wondered if I was alright as I checked the locks on our doors three times each night.
She asked Dad for his thoughts and he told her it was fine- I was just extra cautious.
The caution turned into anxiety.
Burglars, kidnappers, and the mysteries of 9:00 pm changed too.
They changed to due dates, jobs, and upcoming tests.
Locking the door three times each night turned into three deep breaths.
But Mom's not worried this time.
She says it's just life.
I hope I stop worrying soon too.
This is real. Why do they stop worrying? I think our fears are worse now.
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