My heart broke into a thousand little pieces when I heard the news that a child had been killed at the hands of US police officers.  Before I saw the picture and even before I learnt his name, I imagined a happy child so full of life and vigour as children often are. I imagined him having a smile that could light up any room and a playful demeanour very typical of a boy his age and then I finally saw his picture and the pieces of my heart that were already shattered, broke again. I can’t imagine giving birth to a son and having him killed because of someone else’s mistakes. People are inherently flawed, making mistakes a common occurrence but a mistake as grave as this one for me sits outside the remits of conventional mistakes. We mistakenly spill things over, we make mistakes in all areas of our lives and they are often rectifiable, but how do we rectify the death of this child? I can’t physically see my heart bleeding but as of Monday it has been oozing with blood because a child died as a result of a grave mistake. He held a bb gun that was mistaken for a real gun and then was shot dead near a playground.

I make no mistake when I say hide your kids because it would appear that the killing of our sons has become a favourite past time. #232WordsForTamirRice

 

 Love Cris x

P.S pray for America.