Whenever I see a child, or an adult for that matter, in anguish, it floods me with sympathy. But when I see a child in grief I immediately think, 'where are his parents?' 

Every child needs nurturing parents to console their hearts, to ease their sufferings, to comfort them in sorrow, no matter how big or small. Sadly, too many children today haven't a loving chest to bury themselves in; none to ease there minds or patch their wounds, within or without. 

Too many latch key children, abandoned by the absence or the neglect of those who they look to for aid. 

If ever the lash and a table need overturning, it's in the homes of preoccupied parents.