27 million. I think I just don't see how much that really is! That is a lot, okay?! It's a lot.
I had a dream last night and when I woke up, I didn't remember it. Throughout the day, I had quick images of it. I had a dream that my youngest brother, Reason, was being kidnapped or taken away from some odd reason. I can't even begin to imagine what I'd be feeling. I was scared. I remember feeling very afraid. Somehow, it was only Reason and I and the car that we had rode in was broken so we left it on the side of some road so we could come back for it, but these guys -- they offered to help fix it and so they were just going away at it. Then out of no where, they started to take Reason and I think I was fighting them so that they wouldn't take him away or whatever they were going to do with them. I remember feeling very sad and I missed him. I think they took him but I got him back? and we started running away? Things were getting blurry.
Today we disappear for the 27 million who had no voice. Tomorrow, we shine a light on slavery.
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