A deafening silence

Too much is happening in my country.  And I have only one person to talk to, my husband.  He patiently listens to my tirades, makes a few comments here and there and then ends up telling me, “don’t be stressed,” with a voice so very loving I can cry. I cry, yes. I cry because I am a Mama, a Mom, a MamaLa, a ‘Te Bebs. These four names melt my heart every time. My daughters, my sons, my grandsons. My nieces, my nephews, my grandsons and my granddaughters.  They don’t always listen to me, but every time I get the opportunity, I always say “Nobody gives up on family.” Now to my country. I am affected every time I see blood on the television screen watching the daily TV Patrol. I am not much of a fan of gruesome movies, you know.  I have all six seasons of the series “The Walking Dead” but I am not yet able to finish

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