I hate this.
I hate knowing that while I'm about to go out and live my life, there are all these poor, innocent little children who have lost theirs.
They won't get to experience the excitement on Christmas Eve, waiting for Santa to come. Won't get to wake up on Christmas morning and unwrap the gifts their parents bought for them. They won't get their first kiss, won't get to feel the nervous butterflies of a crush.
They'll never get to experience heartbreak. Never get to fall so in love that they can't think of anybody else.
They won't get married, they'll will never have children of their own.
They won't get to graduate, won't even get to go to high school. No dances, no prom. No makeup or pretty dresses or tuxes.
No worrying about assignments or tests or finals or teachers.
No drama, no friendships, no relationships.
They won't get to grow up, won't even get their childhood. They won't get to watch their favourite shows. They won't get to get make at their old favourite channels when they get older.
Won't get to go to the movies with their friends. No more birthday parties. No sweet sixteen, no drivers liscence. They won't get to have thier first sip of alcohol, or go to parties. Won't get college or university, or their first job.
They'll never get to watch their children take their first steps, never get to grow old.
They'll never see another new year.
They're parents, friends, family, and everybody else will never see the twinkle of their eyes, their bright smiles, or hear their giggles again.
Their entire future was laid out before them, and now it's gone.
And yet we sit here and complain about our lives.