My little one,
Somewhere along the way, we failed you.
I cannot explain why this is happening.
Women are not valued.
Children are not valued.
The poor, the weak, and the weary are not worth saving in the eyes of the ruling class.
I want to protect you. I don’t know how. If nothing else, I can stay alive.
That in itself seems a small victory.
I can help you develop a mind receptive to wisdom, hope, love, and compassion.
But there are no guarantees for any of us.
