My heart is sore.
I am angry.
I feel helpless.
I cannot heal a broken, ripped-to-pieces heart.
I cannot turn back time.
I cannot bring back her son.
Last night they murdered him for his money and a cellphone.
They took his life. They took her son. They changed her world forever.
Last night they murdered my mom’s domestic worker’s son.
They stabbed him and left him to bleed to death.
They ripped a mother’s heart out and left it to bleed.
It is senseless.
Just another murder in our torn country.
It will be just another file on a policeman’s desk.
To her, it was her child. Her flesh and blood.
My heart is so sore for her.
I am so sorry Sophie.