when your child chooses to die.

i have no kids that are of my womb, but somehow kids found their way to me.

and i didn’t know what was happening at first. I was 8 when my oldest niece was born. 

And she taught me selflessness. I didn’t know why, i just wanted her happy, and i did everything i could to make sure she was happy. 

she taught me unconditional love.  when i wanted to react in a way that would gratify my emotions, i knew It wouldn’t benefit the situation or help her grow. I learned to love her even when she disobeyed me, even when she hurt me, even when she hurt herself. 

My kids are getting older. And their growth means their heart is getting broken by the truths of this world. 

I’ve done everything in my power to help them see Love, 

To know Hope. And to be a part of a new narrative, that creates Change through the beauty of their mere existence, in excellence and resilience.

but they still choose to die.

and my heart is broken accepting that my kids don’t want to live.