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I can’t stop thinking about this. Am I living in the same world? No. I’m not. My world is ridiculous. My world is full of humor and love and fun. Sometimes it’s sad, frustrating and makes me crazy. But even when my world is tragic – it’s not that bad.
I have worries, ofcourse. I have a teen girl too. I worry about her constantly. But what I worry about are her grades, her social life, her circle of friends. I do not worry about her being taken from me forever while in a school room.
I don’t worry about militia selling her for $12 to another war tribe as a slave.
200 kids just gone? I couldn’t handle it. I’d go mad. Maybe this is how we get our lot in life. Those of us that would crumble are born in easier places. Or it’s just some sort of cosmic lottery.
And all we can do to help them is tweet a hash tag? Ridiculous.