Map of the world hangs in the Chaparral Library. 

Map of the world hangs in the Chaparral Library. 

     Last night when trying to complete the last of your homework your mom saw that you hadn’t finished the dishes yet. She proceeded to confront you about it, in which you sarcastically sneered back, “I have more important things to do.” It went back and forth until finally one of you yelled and the confrontation turned into a full blown argument. Eventually you say something out of line and your mom looks at you with sadness in her eyes. She walks away on the effort to explain to you how doing the dishes is not simply a chore; it prepares you for your future and reflects heavily on your disciplinary skills. You suddenly feel bad. Going to the only place you feel welcome, twitter. You send your followers an update that states, “Tonight was the worst night of my life, everyone hates me.” You gather multiple responses all along the lines of, “Text me, I’m here for you,” and “You’re amazing! Don’t let the haters get to you.” Some of your closer friends send you a text with “What happened?” and “Are you okay?” Feeling remarkably better you reply to everyone with hearts, thank-yous and smiley faces. At least someone understands you. You put down your IPhone 6, look back up to your homework and finish with an hour left before bedtime. On the way to your scorching hot shower, you pass the woman who commenced this awful night and try to read her mood. She seems calmer. After your usual 30 minute shower you gather up the strength to apologize, even though you know you did absolutely nothing wrong. She accepts it with a loving hug, and returns to her HBO drama show that she recently started. Feeling finally at peace from your unplanned stressful night, you decide to jump in your cozy, warm bed and fall tranquilly to sleep.


     Yesterday while attempting to get water from a river 4 miles away, a young boy was attacked by Syrian rebels and barely got out alive. He just wanted to get water for him and his family. Arriving back to his village with no water in hand and fresh bruises, he walks to his mom with his head down. Apologies come rushing out of his mouth but his mother just hugs him. She doesn’t let go. Now with no water for the second day in a row, his family is in danger of dehydration and he must try to get water again tomorrow or their health will rapidly decline. After he makes sure that all four of his younger sisters are fast asleep in their twin-sized mattress, he prays that luck will be on his side tomorrow. While trying to fall asleep on the floor, he hears someone outside calling his name. He walks outside to find his next door neighbor with a pale of mucky water in hand. The neighbor places it on the ground, hugs him, and walks back to his hut. The boy falls to his knees in happiness and yells for his mom. They will survive another day.

By Lexi Stephen

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