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Posted Saturday, December 15, 2012 // 12:07 pm
Art is the only form of expression
It hurts me personally when I think about the despaired faces of the parents upon hearing the news and the breakdown they are going through as they are required to acknowledge their deaths with the motionless bodies of their young brought forward to them because they just can't stand up and face the world anymore. It hurts me to think about them eventually bringing themselves to their feet with the help of a volunteer and heading home with their hands empty of another tiny person's warmth. It hurts me to picture them opening their presents that they have gotten for their child only to return to the stores the next day because there is just no reason keeping it if there is no faces turning into a delighted smile as they receive the present and melt the hearts of their parents. Cause all they are feeling now is a broken heart as they could only think about what their child was thinking about milliseconds before the bullet hit them. Could they be hoping and praying that their parents appear in the nick of seconds to protect them from the screams and unusual sounds popping from what seems like the weapon the villains use in the cartoons they watch everyday after school? They must be, we all predict our parents to be superheroes when And for the children who are robbed off their innocence today, they have no choice but to live in confusion and hatred to the world for the death of their friends and teachers. They are merely kids who does not have a single clue what is death, much less a massacre. I doubt even when I am a parent can I explain what death is, or give them an answer to why their teachers could not show up to teach them on Monday, or why the hall way is stained with puddles and splatters of red all over the wall with a very odd smell. I cannot imagine the confusion the children are forced to deal with when a man with a knife comes charging towards them slashing his way through. The horror and confusion would probably haunt them for the rest of their lives. And it really doesn't help with the scars on their bodies serve as the biggest reminder to the scariest nightmare that tainted their childhood. These are 6-11 year old kids I am talking about here. All suffered due to the psycho who gone mentally unstable for a moment that was enough to prompt him to lose control and hurt people he don't even know. And by all, I mean the entire school, everyone from the children to the teachers to even the courageous security guard who brought him down. It's scary to put yourself in a situation, whether directly or indirectly target due to the tragedy. No one should ever go through anything like that in their lives. Deaths, though inevitable, is really painful. Facing death is an ordeal itself. Be kind to one another. Please. |
