What kind of people are we that we can’t protect our children? One minute they’re here. Being six. I remember thinking very clearly; now six, that’s something. Try to imagine the transition if you can. Maybe like paper on fire turning to red hot cinder. There were no signs. No adult to explain what’s happening. Pain gone. Floating away. Turning from red hot to black. Gone.
Protecting Our Children
December 17, 2012 | 0 comments