In black-and-white, Pink stares down at the floor and sighs. She looks up and down again with a somber expression. She runs two fingers over her lips and raises her hands.
A crumpled sheet against the background, she stands, wearing a tank top and distressed jeans and runs her hands over her chest. She puts her hands together, as though she were holding something. Hands over head, she bends down to her knees.
She holds her daughter, Willow and touches her forehead. Willow rests on her shoulder.
She rolls her arms and brushes her hand over her mouth. She taps the air with her hands and then puts them over her heart. She stares off to the left side and then collapses to the ground.
One hand over her mouth, she reaches out with the other. Then, she places the second hand over the first and shakes her head.
Willow kisses Pink on the neck as she sits on her back. She blinks a few times. Willow giggles as she holds her again.
An anxious Pink, wearing a tank top and flared distressed jeans, worries about the world her children will inherit. While she was growing up, she learned of Bosnia and Rwanda. Terrorist attacks in the United States were scarce and the Columbine High School shooting in 1999 seemed to be an isolated occurrence. Nothing bad could ever happen in the United States.
Nowadays, she fields questions from her children about shooting drills and if they will be alive tomorrow. She answers them the best she can, assuring them that they are safe. However, it’s something she can’t guarantee. She cries in the bathroom after the talks and then composes herself.
She won’t succumb to fear. Her children need to know that they have to continue on with their lives after a national tragedy. They have to filter out the propaganda and think for themselves. She and her husband have to set the example, even though they want to shield them from the world.
Director: N/A Year: 2018
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