Becoming Forever Lonesome: How Violence Changes Us
…n a stage in an auditorium. Other parents, having checked and re-checked a sign-in list of bubbly teenage scrawl for their children’s handwriting, stood sentry outside—on rocks, on fences, anywhere to get a first glimpse of the busloads coming from the school. The mother prayed. Maybe superstitiously she decided not be selfish about it. She didn’t ask God to let her daughter be alive. She prayed for strength, for succor for everyone. The tearful r…
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