In her eyes, I observed every child’s undying wish. The heart-wrenching need to not only be seen but to be heard. One of the shy little boys in the group handed me a drawing. It was a beautiful painting reflecting a woman drawing water from a well. Pulling him closer to hug him thanks, he whispered close to my ears: ‘I hope it makes sense to you.’ In the heart of Ifo Refugee Camp; are millions of families united by the common spirit to one day mend their shattered lives; thousands of them are striving to rise above the fray of physical abuse, psychological torture, drug addiction, poverty, child apprehension and life’s uncertainties. My wish is they find meaningful lives.