Middle class.

You look around your surroundings and notice that you live in a pretty nice house. Are your parents well off? No, not at all, working at a basic office job they make enough money to pay off the house and save some on the side.

A house in a suburban neighborhood just far enough from the city. Yet close enough to get to work in time. It’s a quiet neighborhood that really doesn't have any any crime. Ice cream trucks like to come by and kids riding their bikes on the sidewalks.

You can't really complain. You not exactly rich nor poor, you sigh to yourself and just say in your head. Beggar can't be chooser, you lay down on your blanket.

Before you can close your baby's eyes wanting to sleep you sense something. Like someone approaching your crib.