I feel ashamed for your children and grandchildren who do not realise that their comfortable little lives are built on the misery, poverty and hunger of millions of other little children.
Some of us, like the novelist Richard P. Brickner, "look on as others name their children who in turn name their own lives, devising their own flags from their parents’ cloth."
There's been some excitement in her class this week as the children are dressing up in character of someone they've written a biography report on and it's been fun to see all the creative costumes.
The life is hard for my father: my mother died years ago, and now his children are far from home, our selfish choices taking us from one end of the country to the other.
Unfortunately my father went blind and being the eldest of 6 children I went to work at the age of 13 and was apprenticed to be a Hand and Machine Compositor.
This jumping to our children's defense is part of what fuels the "walking on eggshells" feeling that surrounds our dealings with other people's children.