“Will you come to the assembly today? It’s in the gym.” It was 7:12 am, and the sun had only risen minutes before. I raised our blinds and clipped them, letting the soft pink and gray light usher our minds towards awakeness. That was the first question Isla asked me this past Friday morning. The first thing my child wanted to know. War was on her mind.
War, peace, and family stories
War, peace, and family stories
War, peace, and family stories
“Will you come to the assembly today? It’s in the gym.” It was 7:12 am, and the sun had only risen minutes before. I raised our blinds and clipped them, letting the soft pink and gray light usher our minds towards awakeness. That was the first question Isla asked me this past Friday morning. The first thing my child wanted to know. War was on her mind.