A message for Aisling....

Where are you?

I don't know you. And although watching your story haunts me, I have become fixated on it. I don't know your favorite colour, or your favorite food. I don't know if you like bugs, or just like to squish them. I don't know if you are scared of the dark.
What I do know is that you have made us all hug our own children a little tighter, check on them just one more time at night. You have made us all very grateful for what we still have.

Where are you?

I look at your mother and my heart bleeds out all over the floor. The way she looks now is the embodiment of the thing all parents fear most. A vital part of her is missing and can only be restored if you are returned to her safe.

Where are you?

In three days you have become this countries obsession. You are the lesson that we should never have needed to learn: cherish what you love, because it can be torn from you at any moment. We wait to hear something, and we hope. We hope, because we know it could just as easily have happened to us, that some little twist of fate chose you instead. And if it had been us, we would be hoping for a miracle. You need to be our miracle.

Please come home.

xox