I find it easy to wake up at 6am to go to the airport but it’s near enough impossible to wake up at 6am for work. I have concluded that God only wants me to enjoy myself.
Impossible to comprehend the strength it takes for a mother to hand over her child like that to a stranger, with absolutely no guarantee of a safer life for that child, with no guarantee of seeing her child again, but left with no choice. What a fucked up world.