My Future Children

I am trying to spend time with my grandparents. They always make great conversation topics. That's about all I need to like a person. I was talking with my grandmother about the book I'm reading, Kaffir Boy. I told her how the book made me feel. I said, "I ache for my own future children. As I read, I grab myself in fear and it takes me a few seconds to remember I am safe, in my bedroom. Disgusted by human cruelty, I always have to stop reading." and from that - deep- paragraph the only thing she picked up was "my own future children". She asked me how I pictured them, how I wanted to raise them and how many kids I wanted. She told me that she wanted them to know about her. I understood her anxiety to know all this things and we talked. 

The conversation, which after a while returned to the book, made me realize how I am very protective about my future children. ( Something like this.)

In the book, Mathabane describes the hiding place his mother used when the police came looking for her. He was shocked because "[his sister and him] often had trouble fitting in [that wardrobe] whenever [they] played hide and seek" (p.26). After the conversation with my grandmother I understood that I would do anything to protect my children, just like Mathabane's mother did.