When I switched on the news yesterday I had to sit down. Not one but two tragedies at the hands of two sick men, and four little girls and two women are now dead.
I can't stop thinking about it. It puts everything else in perspective.
So, I have no job. So, our country's in a terrible state and it will take years to get us out of it. So, John and I row over insignificant things - like those socks of his that he religiously flings at the laundry basket every night, that miss their target every time, and that get walked over, forgotten, the following morning. So, we can't use our second bathroom cos we can't find the right tiles, boo flipping hoo. So, Fiona has a filthy mouth and should appreciate her husband more. So, Mary is reeling from being abandoned by her crap-weasel of a husband... So?
These little girls that I heard about, read about, were getting ready for their day, for school, having breakfast, getting dressed, just like our two little girls. Except that yesterday was going to be the last day that they ever got ready. For anything. And now they are dead. I can feel the tears well up every time I think about it.
I hugged my girls extra long when they got home from school.
And anything else just doesn't matter today.
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