Warning. This post contains a photo that may be disturbing.
To Aylan, the little boy in the blue shorts and the red t-shirt. I saw the photo of you, washed up on shore in Turkey, and I cried.
I never met you, but I cried for you. Your life ended at the age of just three. I feel like the adults of the world failed you.
I saw the photo of the Turkish police officer carrying you away. It looked like he was holding you gently. Maybe he cried for you too.
I read about you. I read that you had an older brother, Galip, who was five. I read that Galip and your mother Rihan died at sea with you.
I am sure your parents only ever wanted the best for you. They would have wanted what we all want for our children. To grow up in safety, to have the freedom to just be kids.