Travelling on the tube I aimlessly reach over for a spare Metro on the empty seat beside me. It’s been folded the wrong way and a bit all over the place, so it takes me a moment to find the front page.
I wish I hadn’t.
Without reading the title or description I know exactly what I’m looking at, and I am hit deep in the pit of my stomach with an ache only a mother (or father) can feel. The feeling of losing a child.
A three year old boy was found dead on a beach in Turkey. His 5 year old brother also found. Washed up.
Need I say more?
I genuinely held back tears to avoid being stared at; yet all I wanted to do was cry and mourn for the loss of these boys. They were 5 and 3. Lamb will turn 3 in March. My boy. The same age as these poor children being dragged across land and sea in the hope of finding safety and a better life.
Do we judge these parents for causing their children harm? Or do we praise them for having more courage than any one of us will ever have?
I don’t watch the news much. I’m always being told I should be, but I just can’t deal with the sadness and devastation around us. I am shocked at our world; so advanced yet so destructive.
Year 2015 and it’s just getting worse. When will things change? Well they can. With your help.
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