Play like a child, as we should. Laugh with freedom and joy. Run in the sun, with no worries.
Conflict, worry and fear abound. Stress and trauma, living in a life of “having to do”. Powerless in the face of adult decisions.
A broken system.
She is given hidden strength, fragmented calm, spaces of peace. Avenues of joy in a city of light and darkness. Hope is everyday for the future.
Stuck in the Middle… Surviving the trauma is a child aging out.
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