My spirit hid somewhere deeper. I straightened my red nametag and moved along trying to enjoy the moment. Birds soared and squirrels frolicked. The sun peeked through the clouds scattering patches of warmth across the ground. Children swung on monkey bars and slid down slides, trying not to think about the evil that would soon haunt them in their beds that night.
Children know it all too well.
There were few parents here, only the ones that remembered or still struggled. Their children were the lucky ones. Most parents either don t understand or just refuse to believe. They re the ones that look in their child s tear filled eyes, cradle their cold, trembling little bodies and mock it away. It s only a dream they ll say.