As the world focusses on the incredible story of the three women who were freed in Ohio after ten years, there is another little story of heartache going on back home. In the Netherlands two little boys are missing in Zeist, their parents are divorced and the brothers were spending the weekend with their father. The father was found near a wood after having committed suicide and the boys had disappeared.
A friend of mine shared the mother’s agony felt through her status update on Facebook: “to keep an eye out for her two little fellas who have been missing since this morning.” After shortly stopping the search last night, police has had enough tips to continue later today.
Having just visited a new-born niece I cannot, refuse to imagine the pain. Literally witnessing a new generation of my family come to life, makes me realise that life will go on, even when I am no longer here. Not having any children of my own yet, I see the future in my nieces and my nephew. Not even my own, they are my hope.
I am not even able to write down my fears out of silly superstition but I feel for the mother who is waiting for her sons. It might just be one story, which doesn’t even make the global news. It is one of many in the world and nothing to do with me at all but if we stop caring for people’s crises, hope is truly lost.