I go to bed at night and, as I stretch out in the familiar softness, I think of them: How are they sleeping? Are they allowed beds? I cannot bear to think of their parents' despair: Is there any way their parents are sleeping at night?
The stories that make the news -- that is to say, the ones that create news and the media covers -- are not the stories of ordinary people faced with all-too-common family abductions. But they should be.