No way back for a child to a country that was once at peace

LEBANON I miss you. I miss your children’s beautiful, innocent, smiling faces as they dive from the Corniche in Beirut into the sparkling Mediterranean beneath.

I miss the hustle and bustle of Beirut as I swear at the taxi drivers in their battered old Mercs for slowing my journey to a snail’s pace.

I miss the adoration you have for my blonde, blue-eyed little girl. I know she misses all your kisses. Today, she told me she wants to go back to her house in Lebanon. I was so sad to tell her she can’t go yet.