A treasure hidden from the world

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night, and couldn’t fall back asleep and at that time was able to chat with someone.  She is there now, by that I mean Mirabel’s many roomed orphanage.  Randomly, someone I know is there, at the same orphanage visiting the child she is adopting.  For such a time as this.

“I will find her…” as she and I chatted about the anger and heartbreak of spending so much time in places where we see children being mistreated. And time zones away, we chatted because,

Deep, deep in the back, in the back, back room where adoptive parents don’t go, hidden away are tiny treasures.  Behind a big door they lay in beds, their very basic needs are met.  They don’t get toys or a chance to walk.  They don’t get physical therapy although their tiny bodies would benefit greatly.  No speech therapy, no hugs, no kisses, beds where they lay.

And in that back, back room, a hidden treasure, a tiny little girl with soulful eyes was found, for the first time in a very long time.

And in the picture that was taken you can see that this hidden treasure has a real, little girl in her eyes.  Her body is weak and limp from lack of use, from lack of proper medical care.  Yes, resources are tight in places like these, but my goodness…

As we chatted she said, “Amy, she has so much potential…” 

And for the first time in a long time, this hidden treasure, this tiny beauty who deserves so much more was found, not easily, but found.

Petite angelic nose, porcelain skin, deep, soulful doe eyes, a shock of dark, thick, lovely hair and curvy baby arm rolls, just waiting to be cherished, or even just to be seen.

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