I held her tiny hands in mine fighting back tears. I didn’t want her to know how sad I really was. She couldn’t know that was the last time I would ever see her face. Those bright brown eyes clinging on to hope that someday life will be better. I hugged her tightly for one last time, trying as hard as I could to remember every detail of this moment. I said “Bye Veah, I love you.” waved goodbye and walked out of the church with silent tears streaming down my face. ”She will be ok, she will be ok.” I recited over and over to myself, not wanting to face the reality that she has a high risk of being abused, dropping out of school, and becoming addicted to drugs. She is just a little girl. A little girl that wants to be a princess and loves Dora. I wonder sometimes why I wasn’t the one that god chose to be poor and face the same challenges she has. Then I realize it’s because i’m supposed to make a difference for people like her. I am so fortunate for all that I have. I need to make a difference for people like Nevaeh. I am never going to give up on these kids.