Kiddos

I've not written much about the children here despite spending the majority of my days with them. I think mostly because I cannot allow myself to look at them as victims. I know them as the kids that they are in the present. I do my best to just be present, and not think of the circumstances that brought them to this place. Every once in a while though, the kids will cry in such a way that reminds me. I remember Lynne always saying how differently children grieve, and how a scrape of a knee cry can quickly turn into a I miss my family member cry. I am pretty sure I've heard this cry now. The sound is haunting.