Kisses For War

My well-read, precocious 11-year old sat down beside me, her fingers twirling around what seemed like a pea-sized ball of tinfoil. 'You know what mom? I'm going to start keeping my tinfoil candy wrappers' she told me. Why so?, I asked. 'I read somewhere that during the second world war, people were asked to keep their used tinfoil to donate so they can be recycled into metal' she said. That is quite an interesting bit of information. I don't know this for a fact but she apparently read this book which is the story of a child who lived in the 40s at the time of war.

Funny that earlier on, I was having a conversation with someone about the impending war and its possible repercussions on people's lives. How was I to know that even children nowadays have the awareness of it? My daughter, for instance, is making her own preparations for the eventuality. She has resolved to keep all her chocolate Kisses' wrappers to make into a ball and donate to government (when it gets big enough) so it could be used to make metal to make 'other things'.

So cute, this story, but sad. A child's naive view on war, is one small reaction from a human being which will probably never be heard. And to think that hers is just one small voice among so many out there. Plenty are those who march the streets in protest while knowing deep down that their sentiments don't really matter and will not count for anything at all. Sad state of the world, isn't it? As for my child, I am not about to stop her offer of Kisses for war. In a world so tainted with hatred, will a few Kisses really make that much difference? I'm sure it won't. But then again, I'm not about to let that on to my child at this point. It is only right for me to allow her let her to remain a child while she can because that wouldn't be for long. Then she can figure out things and find out the reality and ways of the world, on her own, soon enough.

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