"Stay angry, Little Meg," Mrs. Whatsit whispered. "You will need all your anger now."
In moments, I wonder for their future.
I cannot shield them from that future.
I cannot keep them safe from harm.
I cannot know what choices they will make.
I can be angry at the world as it is.
I can vote for, fight for, and build for a better, kinder world.
I can believe in them.
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