There are profound moments in life that are hard to describe, difficult to fathom, and impossible to forget.
I had one of those moments last night.
With mud gathering on shoes, we maneuvered our way beneath the overpass being mindful of our footsteps, and calling out for our friends.
Her presence startled me as she made herself known, leaving her group at the campfire to come and greet us.
Young, so very young.
Magenta hair matted down, tiny body caked in dirt and soot, the little clothing she covered herself with was falling apart. Survivor in life.
Adorable. Bright smile, glazed over eyes, with a vivacious persona she engaged excitedly in conversation. We were welcomed to share the campfire with the group, one of those surreal moments that make your heart ache, and your mind wrestle to take in this reality.
This dear little tough girl.
A tendency to wander, low self worth, familiar with mistreatment and fighting others to survive.
Such an innocence to her, a naive trust to her, an open desire for family and home.
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