Cuddle full of Innocents (re-post)

"Its time to wake up baby girl... Good afternoon my dear... the rest of the day awaits you." But she didn't think the same. Slowly she whimpered barely spitting it out "will you cuddle with Bear and me?" I said "of course lets go sit on the couch, and I'll read my book if you just want to cuddle on my lap for a while." A slow quite "Oookaay" ending with a yawn. We went to the couch and she curled up into a ball on my lap. She slowly fell back asleep. The rise and fall of her chest always consistent. I took a couple seconds to look at her, she was so adorable... this little ball of love, all cuddled up on my lap. That is when I noticed she was holding onto my necklace in her sleep. She loves my necklace, its a small gold cross with three diamonds, which has become known as my shiny necklace. Its just a simple cross necklace, I love, and wear everyday. But to her its my shiny necklace. Sometimes, when we sit down to read a book she plays with my necklace. Anyways, I looked back at my book to continue reading, but then I just sat there looking at her holding my cross, her chest consistently rising and falling, her sweet curls tickling my face. It seriously almost brought tears to my eyes, something this special, cuddled up up on MY lap. This little precious ball of innocents. She has no Idea about anything, she is just wrapped up in innocents. She is happy, never judges. Always finds a new friend in everyone. Has no fear, for she is protected. Has no clue that right outside her door lies the world, hate, starvation, murder, addiction, jealousy, abuse, rape, poverty, judgment, low class, high class, etc. She has no idea of what life is all about, or the problems she will soon grow to know as everyday life. For she is only two... well almost three, and her only problems are accidentally forgetting to go potty on the big girl potty instead of in her pull ups, loosing teddy, or understanding that snack wont be ready for another 5 minutes. She knows nothing of the world, and all its inevitable problems that accompany it. I ask myself why can't we be more like children? Why can't we find the simple joys in life to be enough? Why does this little girl full of innocents have to be corrupted by the world soon? Why? In moments like these I get sooooooo furious at the world.