They call it collateral damage. We call it a stolen childhood.
When parents are dragged away in morning raids, kids are left standing in empty doorways—stranded, traumatized, and discarded by a machine built for quotas.

They call it collateral damage. We call it a stolen childhood.
When parents are dragged away in morning raids, kids are left standing in empty doorways—stranded, traumatized, and discarded by a machine built for quotas.