A haunting memory lurks in my mind tonight. A little girl, about 5, curled up securely in her bed. The blankets pulled tightly over her shoulders, hiding her from reality, protecting her from truth. The pillow she rests her head on soaked with tears. Her runny nose making her face and blankets messy. She can hardly open her puffy, swollen, red eyes, let alone see through them. She lays there for hours-on-end, sobbing, shaking, huddled into a ball, trying with everything she's got to pull herself together.
Some days I wonder if that little girl ever made it out of her bed.