we are all children here

This is not a new war photo but it's new to me. I saw it for the first time yesterday and I haven't been able to move it from my mind since. Daddytypes said there are no words for this, and mostly I agree. But then I managed to find a few.

All I can think is what I am always thinking, how dare we allow this war to continue. How this man is also a father, also has a child. About how his son must have been scared, so scared. And has probably been scared for a long, long time.

And how unfair it is, as we tuck our children in at night and forget, we so easily forget, that it's not like this everywhere. And how helpless that makes me feel. This doesn't seem like freedom to me. Not for them, not for us. Not for We.

My heart broke for this father and his son. I have no idea what he did, or better said what we was accused of doing. But I do know he is a father. And I hope to god M never has to see her father like that. I sat crying today when J walked into the room. I silently handed him my laptop, he paused and looked then handed it back. This fucking war, he said. I nodded, unable to speak.

We are all children here.