this weird wonderful yet terrible journey through what someone last night called The Silent Scourge another parent dealing with the same horrific nightmares of neglected, injured, maimed and missing kids yet like you and me somehow able to pick through this disaster find the good in the human beings the hope in babies... in my grandkids I see our daughter, then a chunky baby so much zest for living such innocence, such trust knowing the battles that you and I and so many others have fought will not have been in vain. my grandkids have a chance our children didn't she fights so hard, my daughter every day up at 5:30 to get her kids to daycare herself to a job walking dogs picking up dog poop scrubbing kennels at the end of the day her face is grey from exhaustion as it was when she spent the day making upscale hamburgers singing songs while trying to remember did the customer want dill pickles, mustard, alfalfa sprouts, and was that burger done enuf? they fired her at the end of a month and she sobbed like the 6-year-old version of herself who couldn't tell a p from a q things we take for granted memory conscience knowing that if the rent money is blown on fast food it will be quickly gone she fights for every day and often loses but still can smile and say "I love you, mom..."