Maybe now, someone is being fired, a casualty of their country’s economic crisis.
Maybe somewhere else, someone is starting their dream job, which will support their family for years to come.
Maybe right now, children are crying over their grandmother’s body, grieving for a soul lifted gracefully away.
Maybe in another hospital room, a couple welcomes twins – blessed, beautiful babies they’ve wanted for years.
Maybe while one side of the world feels the chill of fall, frosty windows on every block, the other sees a summery spring, petals criss-crossing in the air.
Maybe by now, I can honestly tell myself I’ve forgiven you.
Maybe I could say hello again, and it would be okay.