Sometimes a story grabs your attention and pulls you into a sadness and anger that you cannot shake or dismiss.
The imprisonment and starvation of twins in Vancouer, Washington is one of them.
Maybe you’ve heard the story by now. Jeff and Sandra Weller adopted phillipino twins, a boy and girl, when they were two years old. The twins were locked in a room with no door nob and an alarm if they tried to escape. They were staved and beaten. The twins are now 16 years old. They managed to slip a note to someone and the authorities found them.
The law will decide the fate of the Wellers. They are due in court tomorrow, but what of the children? They are now in foster care.
I want to believe that there is a place of cuddling comfort and dancing peaceful wonder. A place where toys and crayons never break, and scratches, cuts and bumps do not exist.
A place where teddy bears talk in happy colors, and puppies always wait to play. A place where candy is for breakfast and presents fill the room. Where no one knows what fear is and no shadows hide in halls.
I want to believe that in this special place, every mother who ever lived and loved her children, is waiting with open arms to hug, to love and comfort any child that has ever been abused.
I want to believe it, for when I do, anger and judgment fade and sadness takes its rightful place and I can cry without the want of vengeance.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
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