For the birthdays of my grandchildren, I make a donation to Stichting Jarige Job every year. A party for another child, that idea. This year Tess will be seven, and she can participate in decisions for the first time to see what charity the money goes. “Children with cancer,” she says resolutely. Because she follows the war in Gaza on the Jeugdjournaal and is worried about the children there, I propose that as an alternative. She looks at me: “No grandma, there are hardly any relief supplies coming in anymore.”
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