Paul Myhill, World Orphans
Inside the Rubble and Outside the Doors - I walked the perimeter of Rood's apartment building and came across a lone girl in pink and braids who stood in front of the remains of another portico. A metal grated door was heavily-bowed out as the mass of the second story had crashed down upon it. Nine year-old Valentina pointed at the door and quietly said "famille." Read more.
Aftershock - I was awoken early this morning by the whole house shaking and a deep low rumble that sounded as if the underworld was growling. Read more.
David Leventhal, Hope for Orphans
There was no light in his eyes - When I got out of the vehicle I was immediately drawn to one little boy with a dusty button down shirt that was missing the middle button. I went over and knelt down to get eye to eye with him. In the best French I could muster I told him my name was David. My heart broke when he finally looked me directly in the eye. There was nothing there – no spark….no light. Read more.
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