I can't get this image out of my head. I can't stop thinking about my one year-old daughter. I can't stop thinking about her mother getting her ready for a walk. A beautiful little outfit. Brand-new sneakers. A mother dressing her baby girl, just like millions of mothers do every day. Just like my wife dresses our little angel. Could she have ever imagined that this would be the last time? That in just a few moments, both of their lives would be taken away? Her name was Angelina. She was just over one year old. And russians killed her. Look at her tiny scratched hands. Her wounded little leg. A baby who should have been playing, laughing, and learning to walk. I wonder whether the russian drone operator who killed her will ever see this photograph. Will he see the stroller? The tiny sneakers? The little girl whose life he took? And if he does, what will he feel? Will he feel anything at all? I wonder whether Trump and supporters will see this photo. Will they try to justify his support of russia? Will they go to their churches and pray for God to bless President Trump so he could continue supporting russia? So, he would stop helping Ukraine? Or will they just ignore and hope that their diesel prices go down? I don't know. But I have a little daughter myself. And looking at this photograph, I cannot help but imagine her in that stroller. Dear Ukrainians, I am so sorry. Please, forgive us.