At any given time, we can have the things we love most taken away from us. They can find love in someone else’s eyes, crumble and rot in the dirt, or get lost in a crowd at a carnival. In our triumph we can lose hope, even the established friendships that we promised were going to last forever gently fade. Today I witnessed the most loving mother besides my own have her children taken away from her by her abusive drug taking alcoholic ex-husband. It makes me question all the love and justice in the world, and whether kind hearts can ever win in a world where money, greed and hatred seem to always win the trials of our life. It makes me sad, because I saw her sons; with rounded cheeks and wide smiles, turn from babies into young boys – and my heart stops beating whenever I think of how the last time I kissed their foreheads would be my last. I can’t even begin to imagine how she feels.