i am jennifer laude

The worst part is that after her death, everyone else treated Jennifer the same way – like a nuisance, an inconvenience, and an eyesore – instead of someone who was once alive, and good, and loved. Regardless of how you feel about her, Jennifer was also someone’s child. She was someone’s partner, sister, and friend. She had some kind of life – one that was snuffed in an instant by an angry man’s hands.

Take one look at the comment sections of news stories and you’ll see that this country’s warmth and kindness we brag about is a joke. It cannot exist when we lack the basic human trait of empathy.

Shakira Sison