Grief
― This close to Christmas. Those children, going to school that morning, chattering excitedly about their plans for holiday break, what they hoped Santa would hide under the tree for them, the parties they would attend, and cookies they would bake... ∙ And all that evaporates into the air. With one man's sickness. He took away their futures and plunged an entire country, once again, into despair. ∙ I didn't wait up to see Evie off to school today, and I didn't hear about the tragedy [...].
