I had a few bad days.
While having my first slice of bagel this morning, I thought about her.
I thought about the night she was grabbed from her bed and cruelly taken away from her parents.
What went through her mind? Was she scared? Was she helpless? Did she fight back? Did she suffer? How long did she live? And how did she die?
I don't know any of the answers.
But one thing I do know is this: She must have gone through a hell lot more than what I am going through now.
With that realization, back to work!
