Dear Parents,
I am a pedophile. That’s child molester to the layman. I am writing to let you know I will soon be molesting your child. Oh, you don’t think so? Well, let me tell you how easy it is.
When you don’t listen to what your child has to say and regard it as unimportant, childish chatter, you’re sending your child to me. I have ears to hear all he/she has to say.
When you scold your child or belittle your little child in front of his/her friends, you’re sending your child to me. I can dry his/her tears.
When you don’t cuddle your child on your lap or give him/her hugs, you are sending your child to me. My lap is big enough to hold any child, and I have an endless amount of hugs.
When you don’t give your child praise, you’re sending your child to me. I have an ample supply of attention and affection to give.
Who am I, you ask? I could be your next-door neighbor, a co-worker, a child’s teacher, a scout leader. You could know me and you may not know me, but your child knows me.
I am that nice man who is giving your child all that attention and affection you denied him or her. In return, all your child has to do is comply with my sexual wishes. I cannot be stopped either.
Your pride that your child could not be molested, your unconcern that your neighbor’s child might be molested, your ignorance about how I operate, and your lack of interest to find out makes it so easy for me and others like me to prey on your children.
