It was a bloodless battle. There were no swords or guns; it was a war of priorities.
I was certain my side would prevail. My weapons were strong and pointed – family, love, joy, home.
They had weapons, too – tradition, history, blood kinship, shared gifts. What were these against mine?
But when they brought forth their last arsenal, I was forced to concede defeat. I set aside my weapons; to continue to wield them would cause more harm to my love than to my enemy, for the invaders had one that I could not overcome.
A world of people in need.
