All are said to be fond of children. Everyone loves the handsome, happy and clean.
I love what life has segregated into the room darker. Those who are ugly and unpleasant. Those who do not dress trendy and have absolutely no witty or able to will remark.
I love children above all because they live a reality that suffocates them ... for better or for worse. What gives and takes away the excess without realizing it.
shudder when the news tells of child deaths. But there are killings that are consumed before our eyes we are all complicit silence.