I did some volunteering at a local school to help gather supplies for families who are staying home from school because of the invasion.

In the school office, a parent was checking in with one of the school staff whose family member was recently abducted. He was able to call once. He thinks he’s in Texas, but he’s not sure. She hasn’t heard from him for over a day. Then she turned back to coordinating volunteers, running the school office.

I did my work getting the supplies assembled and distributed. Then on the way out, I passed I room full of 1st / 2nd / 3rd graders, with the mellow happy buzz of kids at work, kids of every race and ancestry, just having a normal one, and

I just

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