Something To Show The World

When she leaves here what will she say? What will we have given her? When she came to us she was hidden from the world. A cloth wrapped tightly around her head, doing all she could to hide away the tumor that had grown in place of her mouth; The same tumor that had taken over her life and had wrecked her with cultural distrainment. All she had to show the world was what she used to see it. Those eyes that had seen so much pain and strife held so much hope. For possibly the greatest gift we might have given her, even more so than a life to live, is a face to show the world.