The next day happened to be Saturday. In the early winter morning, the sun was warmly shining down on us.

On both sides of the cement path, golden fallen leaves were scattered everywhere. Two or three young children were cheerfully picking up the leaves. Their young parents looked at their treasures with loving eyes.

Overhead, toy airplanes were flying and spinning. Several fathers were accompanying their children, shouting excitedly.

Soon, I, too, will have such a young child. Will his father be with him to ride the spinning airplane?

I feel conflicted, my heart is torn with pain. I want my child to have complete love too.

But one after another, the tragically lost lives kept knocking on my soul.

As soon as I close my eyes, it seems as if I hear many cries for help, resembling my helpless calls to my brother.

I deeply feel their final despair and fear. I will not stand by and watch!