We, as humans, have perpetrated this genocide…

Tears, stemming from the anguish of the professor, burst from Christina’s deep brown eyes like the gushes of ocean waves that had flooded Manhattan. Her face, now red, spoke of a desperate sadness, the kind when a child lost her favorite toy. Fists clenching the arms of her chair, fighting to grab on before falling into vertigo. For she had always dreamed of being a zoologist. For she read countless books about lions and giraffes and chimpanzees in her spare time. For she will never have the chance to see the savannah in person. For when her teacher asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, she said zebra.

So she couldn’t let them take away lions from her. Not without a fight.

Maria and Joe couldn't comfort her.