Some years ago, I was in the supermarket with my young son. I turned around from the shelves expecting him to be standing next to me, but he was gone. I looked around, calling his name. In the minutes that followed, the floor sank beneath me, and my entire world collapsed. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before he reappeared from another aisle. He couldn’t understand why I hugged him so hard.
Many of us will relate to this feeling – those minutes when a child is missing or out of sight can feel like hours. This is my reference point, in a small way, to understand just some of the anguish many refugees live with every single day.
