When I look into these eyes, I see things no one else can. I know things no one else does. When I read her writings, I hear her crying out for someone to listen. She wanted love so badly. When I look into these eyes, I used to see pain, grief, fear. Now, those emotions are hidden behind a smile. Does she still feel them? Yes. But she knows where to run when life gets too hard to handle on her own. Every child should have someone to run to. Someone to rely on. When I look into these eyes, I see myself reflecting in them. I see my history, my present, and my dreams for the future