Because she wasn't snatched from my arms I anticipated the call. The call that she was in a shooting.I'm the emergency contact. I'm the nanny. I'm just the nanny to my little five year old. 

   My little girl silently screams for her family while the teacher shuts

and locks the door. We are pushing for them to 

    reform gun laws.

  The gun laws that

 subject children to 

    psychological and physical

  violence. That force the removal

   of her innocence. Never returned.        

     Watching as the door forced open.

  Forcing her eyes to open to

  the world she was brought

 into. Watching authorities bring 

 out 232 of her friends. Friends, 

   the one you call in emergencies.

  I am her friend. Earlier than planned I’m  

    afraid to send her to PREschool.