What if everything continues to spiral downward and history repeats itself because the people who are here to write it choose how it’s written? They know what to put in and what to leave out; what to teach and what to ignore. Suddenly everything feels so hopeless. But then I look at him; I hear his laugh, I see his smile, and the darkness melts away. Then I do have hope—even just for a little while—because I know that there is something in this world I can fight for. Something I will fight for if I have to.
