Only the Strongest Survive

In the wild, animals hunt the weakest of the pack. The slowest or most feeble are quickly spotted and identified as the target. At this point, I must look like a debilitated, helpless, lost piece of prey just ripe for the picking. My children can be seen circling me with focused eyes and a bit of a smirk on their face. My weaknesses are exposed; I am outnumbered. They know it's only a matter of time before I completely surrender. They can almost taste the victory. It will soon be theirs.