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When I picked up my son from Elizabeth's, she looked ghostly white. When I asked what was wrong, she whispered that prince was watching the news. When he ran up and hugged me, I looked at his face and saw the tears in his eyes. My beautiful little boy, who never cries. He wispered 'how could people be so mean?'
Apparently some opinion anchor had talked about taking my children from me. Everywhere I go is blind hate directed at me. I don't understand it and I sometimes wish for it all to go away. Them, all of them. I am not sad. I am angry, I feel so angry. It is a feeling foreign to me, as I have tried to fill my life with love and acceptance.
Apparently some opinion anchor had talked about taking my children from me. Everywhere I go is blind hate directed at me. I don't understand it and I sometimes wish for it all to go away. Them, all of them. I am not sad. I am angry, I feel so angry. It is a feeling foreign to me, as I have tried to fill my life with love and acceptance.