The smell of Hershey’s chocolate fills the air of my home today. My sister is baking Christmas cookies…today she made her specialty…chocolate peanut butter chip cookies. I love chocolate. Almost as much as I love coffee. Almost.
Unfortunately, I don’t know if I’ll be able to eat chocolate again for a while. I’m going to have to find some chocolate that I know has not passed through the hands of a child slave.
As I sit here in my warm house, my niece and nephews watching Merry Christmas Drake and Josh, my heart goes out to the families who–due to financial circumstances–had no choice but to sell their children. My heart is broken into a million pieces for the kids who are, as I write, sleeping in small buildings, little or no ventilation, sweating in the dead of summer.
Chocolate will not taste sweet again to my palate for a long time.
Deneen White 