Be small.
Curl yourself into the tiniest ball. Stay quiet. Stay still.
As your mom, I’ve taught you to stand tall in just about every other situation in life. To be brave and kind. To look out for others.
Forget all that. Don’t be the hero. Your mission is to come home, so that I may scoop you up and hold you and hug and kiss you again.
Run, hide, fight. Or is it hide, run, fight? You are fast, my boy. Run as fast as you can toward safety. But if you need to find cover, look for concrete pillars, brick walls or thick trees that may shield your little body from bullets.