Hassan
I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the computer screen, the minutes crawling by like snails. The soft hum of the office machinery provided a monotonous backdrop to my thoughts, which seemed to be in a perpetual state of agony.
Living like this was torture. Spending every minute of my day wondering if Amelie and Aaron were safe at home, and thinking of the potential harm that might come to them in my absence, was the worst way to live.
Ever since the school attack, I've spent all my days worrying about their safety every time I was away from home. And even when we were together, I still couldn't bring myself not to worry.
I always offered to stay home with them every morning, but Amelie would not have it. She insisted that I go to work and keep living life to the fullest. But how could I even think of living life when my wife and child's life was being targeted.
