Sorry, not sorry, but I am angry for our children

Phyomoea, Myanmar

I rammed into the classroom where my daughter has holed up to study.

“Gosh, I feel mad. Augh, why must I feel so angry about it?”

Moms aren’t legitimately meant to be in classrooms, but I wanted to hang close to my baby. None of us leaves a classroom anyway, life being our schoolmaster.