I woke up to nurse my baby and could not go back to sleep. I listened to my toddler’s and my baby’s breath and I started thinking how blessed we were and trying to imagine how hard it is for …
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I woke up to nurse my baby and could not go back to sleep. I listened to my toddler’s and my baby’s breath and I started thinking how blessed we were and trying to imagine how hard it is for those parents whose children were taken away from them.
I couldn’t imagine.
Then, I was trying to imagine how horrified these children are feeling now. I couldn’t keep my tears in my eyes.
I wrote this letter to the children who are away from and are missing their parents:
When you miss mama, please sing a song that she used to sing with you.
Feel mama’s love is here with you, in your singing.
When you miss papa, please think of a story that he used to tell you,
Feel papa’s love is here with you, in your thinking.
When you miss mama, please take a jump, just like the way she showed you,
Feel mama’s love is here with you, in your jumping.
When you miss papa, please make a smile, just like the way he showed you,
Feel papa’s love is here with you, in your smiling.
When you miss mama and papa, please look at the moon because they are missing you and looking at the moon too.
And you can feel the love they are sending you, through the moon.