As I sit downstairs in my home, my son asleep across my lap, wiped out from a day of pure, unfiltered fun, I can’t help but weep.
I weep because he is here, with me, safe. These tears keep happening, it’s become a part of my daily routine. Once I started to peel back the layers of information out there about child trafficking, my soul started to become bruised, aching constantly. I think of those children while I drive to work, and I cry. I think of them as I fill bott