Tonight, after running all day, everywhere, we finally had a few minutes of quiet and peace to eat dinner from Carl’s Jr. El Cangri was washing his beautiful, perfect hands, so plump and clean, pure and strong. My eyes filled with tears and wonder that such a perfect angel came from me. He looks so much like his father, and he acts and dresses just like him. El Cangri sleeps with a set of keys with a Puerto Rico keychain, an old cellphone, his puppy dog Coco (how original ha!) and his hat. That’s right, he doesn’t even take it off to go to bed, but just a few nights ago he started hanging it with Gorgeous Boricua’s hats. I look at him, and his brother and two sisters, and I can’t understand those who hurt little angels; how a person can do a harm to an innocent child of God. In our own Salt Lake City, which once was a safe place, a haven from harm, in the last two years  two little girls were kidnapped and murdered within minutes of disappering. Last year it was 5 year-old Destiny Norton, and this week it was little Hser Nay Moo, a 7 year-old girl refugee girl from Burma. She disappeared on Monday afternoon, and Tuesday night she was found dead just a couple of doors away from the apartment where she lived with her family. The whole community is devastated by so much evil and darkness. I look at my kids, and I shudder with fear. I won’t even let them play in our yard if I’m not there watching their every move. It’s so hard trying to teach them to be safe without being afraid of their own shadows. No, I want them to have happy, safe childhoods; I’ll be the one to worry and protect them. So they can grow up in peace, and be safe, always.