I Believe
As I took the small child’s hand in my own and looked into her fearful eyes, a connection was formed between us which required neither words nor condition. As her mother sat down, the girl ran to her, hiding in her lap as the doctor began to talk. I gleaned bits from their rapid Spanish: “Mi niña no quiere comer,” which translates to “My child does not want to eat.” I looked back to the frail, frightened child, her face still concealed in her mother’s lap. This explained her gaunt frame and shy countenance—she could not have been older than six. The conversation continued, and from what Spanish I understood, I figured out most of the exchange: the doctor offered comfort and peace to the concerned mother, explaining that the child
As I took the small child’s hand in my own and looked into her fearful eyes, a connection was formed between us which required neither words nor condition. As her mother sat down, the girl ran to her, hiding in her lap as the doctor began to talk. I gleaned bits from their rapid Spanish: “Mi niña no quiere comer,” which translates to “My child does not want to eat.” I looked back to the frail, frightened child, her face still concealed in her mother’s lap. This explained her gaunt frame and shy countenance—she could not have been older than six. The conversation continued, and from what Spanish I understood, I figured out most of the exchange: the doctor offered comfort and peace to the concerned mother, explaining that the child