The look in her eyes

What is she trying to tell us?
I am sad---I need a kiss---Don't look at me---
May I go into your life?---I am hungry---
I need my mother---Take me with you---
May I play?---Sorry, I don't understand you---
Or, on the contrary.....
I am so happy I could dance--- I feel like singing--- I just had a chocolate cake, yummy.

That look in her eyes is there for us to translate in so many questions that she needs to ask. Will somebody be so brave, so sincere, so true to answer her why she is not part of the children's world, the world of cakes, balloons, dolls, birthday parties, clowns, or a swim in the pool with her friends?
Nobody tells her the truth, because if we do, we will have to tell her we do not care, tell her that she will remain where she is, with all her needs and silences, tell her we are far away, that she can not reach us, that she is nobody to us, just a picture we do not like to look at.
Blessed the people who are moved and inmediately do something to get her the answers she desperately needs, to take her and her miseries from the deep whole of nothingness up to the surface and make her a child, a real child.
Not all of us can do such a miracle, but we can help others to do it, it is only a matter of willing.
Let us put a shiny star in those beautiful eyes. Let us fill those empty little hands with toys, let us give her a flower, a candy, and let us never forget her and her enormous lacks. Let us love her.