It’s been a year. A year since I last saw him. It breaks my heart, the pain of not being with him. But I must be strong. Strong for him, and all those fighting. Fighting for peace.
Peace. I ponder the concept. What will a world in peace be like? It gives me a small feeling of warmth, that maybe there will be peace. Peace from a war that has gripped the world, my world, so hard, and made it suffer so much.