Yesterday when Doogle & I got off the bus, Mom was waiting for us outside. She never does that ... ever. She looked like she had been crying, and she hugged us both real tight. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I knew that something was wrong. Mom took our hands and led us inside.
I asked her if Dad was okay and she said everything was fine, that she just missed us. She put some cookies out for us and sat at the table and just watched us eat. Then she started telling us what had happened. She that there was a shooting at a school and that there were children and teachers who died.
I started crying – especially when she told me the children were all so young. I didn’t understand. I still don’t. Mom took our hands and told us that our school is safe, and that we shouldn’t be scared when we go back to school. The truth is, I am scared. How could someone do something so awful? Mom says the person who did it was sick and that he died also. I think that's somehow supposed to help me feel better, but it doesn't. I feel really sad for his family, too. Mom also said it was ok to be sad and even angry, and that we could ask as many questions as we want.
To be honest, the only question I have is: WHY? Mom didn’t have an answer.
Maybe one day I'll understand. Understand how someone could walk right into a school with a gun and shoot teachers and children. Little, innocent children. Maybe one day I'll understand - but today I do not.
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