She was a gentle lady, with a pretty, red, silk scarf flowing over a handsome, little sundress, and a wonderful, wide-brimmed straw hat. As she sat in the chamber, waiting for her time, she played with the hand of a little girl by her side. Surely it was her daughter because they continuously passed little smiles to each other.

I couldn’t help feel as I looked over at the pair that theirs was a different tale. There were several dozen others in the crowd, all sitting quietly, waiting their…

July 2, 2014