A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-Sixteen

On Monday, I found out that my cousin's wife is pregnant.  It should be joyous news, is joyous news, but who can think of it that way?  All I wonder is what they will say to their little one when this happens again, because we know it will.  It has happened so many times, their is no doubt it will not end unless action is taken, and we know that their isn't the will to do it amongst the political establishment in this country.  So, this will happen again.  Maybe it will be tomorrow.  I already heard about a gunman showing up at another school today who was arrested before they hurt anyone, though it apparently required students and teachers to hide in classrooms for an extended period.  I can't help but wonder the world this child is coming into, what it will be for them.  Children know they are not safe.  They know these things happen, go through training drills like I remember having to do in case of a fire.  What will they say?  Even if their child is lucky enough to never be in a shooting, still, they cannot grow up in this nation unscathed by these tragedies.

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