I first met M in March of last year, shortly after her 3rd birthday. She was in the room for children with special needs and had been since she was about 6 months old. Meaning this child truly does not know life outside of the institution. I felt myself gravitate toward her almost immediately. She wasn’t the type of child to run up and demand attention, she wouldn’t even ask for it. She kept to herself, struggled when interacting with the other children, and was not favored or even treated kindly by the caregivers. M represented the outcast of society. An orphan, disabled, unsocial, a problem … the categories placed on her.
She is exactly why I chose to dedicate my life to serving these children and advocating for better. Because she is actually a daughter, tender-hearted, a joy, a gift, and deserves to be shown and told every single day. She is one of the children we have been advocating for medical intervention for. In April of this year, M was moved from the group she has known for most of her life and was forced to survive in a new environment, with new caregivers, surrounded by new children. This change displays the complete lack of stability in a large institution and took a large toll on sweet M. Her health almost immediately began to decline. |
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