Still, something saddens me about this.
I am sad, too. Dead mother, orphaned little one, now in foster care. And, we will never know why.
The world I once knew no longer exists. Look up Matthew Arnold’s poem, Dover Beach. Just an excerpt below.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
This is where we are.
Me too. My gut is she was panicked, I heard one of the first with guns drawn was wearing shorts and did not look like a cop. If that is the case... I don’t blame her for fleeing.