Wa War: A Personal Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon. Your children are coming off of their bus after school. You are looking out the window at them and as the bus speeds off, you realize it's just a memory, and your children fade away into barely a mist. You think about how you miss them being your children, and you miss being proud of them for every single thing they do. You miss when they were kids, when you would kiss their cheeks before they left the house. You miss when they would make you feel better after a bad day at work. You hold their memory in your heart. “They aren't gone, they're just away,” you like to think. But you know that's not true, you've ignored the two tall military men for months. Your kids were drafted early into war. They were old enough, but they didn't go through any training. They were weak, you blame yourself. You go on each day wishing you could have done somethings different. But you can't, so you choose to ignore it. You go on, because you know that that's what they would have wanted. You are powerful, you are brave, and you are beautiful.
It's inevitable.
War doesn't fix everything. It can fill the void for some people, people that want to stand tall and address the duty of fighting for their country. But for others, it can simply empty it, destroy everything they've ever