Something was missing in the cold and clinical language of her caregivers, her presence producing blank stares into things far more important than herself.
For attention, she was afforded ridicule of her differences.
Accomplishing innumerable acts of goodness brought reminders that her birthplace had been the waste of human-kind, that one so small shouldn’t presume to be capable.
Turning to the One Truth, she followed the brilliance of the light inside her, an illuminated pathway leaking out along the scars of her cracked and broken heart.
So it is said, “Starlight scatters before her, her very footsteps bringing The Light.”