It’s always the children that break me down. I can listen to women tell stories of unspeakable atrocities — incomprehensible brutalization, devastating rapes, terrible sadness and loss. And while my heart breaks and my anger rages, I can stay calm — perhaps comforted in a small way by the fact that we are there to find ways to provide some relief, some hope. But when I see the babies, the toddlers, the little ones devastated and orphaned by war, I can no longer contain the tears.
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