I woke up in a sweat. I haven’t slept soundly since that black minivan slowed down while my babies and I were outside. Luckily, I was able to grab my babies then tuck and roll behind my armored sedan before they started.
The 5 of them had bandanas over their faces as they peppered my house with bullets, bottles, grenades, pacifiers, and disposable diapers. My 3 year old cried out, “Mommy, when will this stop?”
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