I have a wife (Cindy) and a son (James) I love my family. So much so, that I hate when I can not see them. It makes my blood boil to the point that I have to calm myself down by looking at our family album.

Did I mention I love taking pictures? Not just any pictures, I mean pictures of my family. I have 4, full to the brim, albums of them. I am not in any of these pictures because obviously, I have to take the photo.

It gets me a little down when I browse these photos and don’t see myself, but it’s the sacrifice I have to make to capture the moment. And to that, I am thankful for such a beautiful family.

I have watched my son grow up. I was there for every birthday, watching him become a man. He his handsome, a real lady killer. I guess he takes after his father, Me.

Just like every night, I am watching my wife and son enjoy their dinner. When all of the sudden a man approaches my front door. A man wearing army fatigues. An intruder is what he is, a threat to my family. He walks inside and I see my family stand up in a hurry to see why the door opened.

I make my move. I rushed the entrance and grab my trusty pocket knife, that I would have given to my son. I bolt through the kitchen, and that’s when I see them.

The man is hugging my wife and holding my son. My blood begins to boil as it always does but this time, I cannot calm myself. I lunge at the army man and sink my knife into his chest, he dies just as fast as I could make him.

I am in relief, I saved my family. I turn my head to look at my wife and that’s when I knew. I pulled my knife out of the man and stab her and then my son. This saddens me, but it’s what had to happen.

After the fact, I take a stroll around my house. There is one particular picture sitting on the table I did not take. It was of the intruder holding my baby son sitting next to my wife. It was over.

I put all three of their bodies in to my car and took off. I found an alley with and empty dumpster and put them in. I threw all 4 of my albums in there with them and set the dumpster ablaze.

I was sad, heart broken you could say. While mourning for the loss of my family, that’s when I see her. A beautiful woman pushing a stroller down the sidewalk with a baby girl inside. That’s when I knew.

I grabbed my camera and mumbled to my self.

“I am a Family Man”