I can’t choose which dream to fulfill.

I can’t choose which child so console. The 4-year-old who dreamt of a softer bed, the 10-year-old who wanted to go to the same high school as her friends. The 14-year-old who wished she didn’t know of time, that in every beginning she felt the end, in every smile there were tears behind the eyes. The 17-year-old who wished tomorrow wouldn’t come, who feared of being forgotten and seen.

I can’t choose which life I should give chance to, when they all deserve to live.