I'm afraid that someday my daughter may be drinking at a party and someone will deem her a thing instead of a human being.
I'm afraid that my son could be at club, dancing with his friends, and someone, who too easily and legally was able to obtain the weapons to do so, could take his life.
I'm afraid that the next President of the United States could be a man that not only spreads but encourages hate and racism.
I live in a bubble of joy and privilege. I spend my days playing with my children, and my husband always has delicious dinners on our table. And I'm afraid. I can't even imagine the fear of those without the privileges I hold.
We have to be better. We have to love more. We have to care about what a day in someone else's shoes is like.
I'm afraid, but I'm also hopeful. I know there are good people in the world, and those people are trying to raise more good people.
I don't know the answers. I just hope we find them soon.