I watched that video from two angles holding my sleeping son.
The fury circulating through me is coated in silent protectiveness and masked by farting noises and silly songs as he wakes up.
Questions are racing in a rage through my mind. How to keep them from him. How to keep him from them. Forcefields. Fortresses. Invisibility spells. Sacrificing myself. Running. Fighting. Astral projecting.
I can’t stop smiling at and singing to him, though. Keep him swathed in joy and hope the blinding light of happiness will hide his race.
Love & Water,