With each day that passed my desire to learn increased. School became my home, where I was fed and did not have to hide. I could run and play without the fear of being hurt. I would get up as early as I could to escape to school. I would write in library books, on paper, anywhere I could. I would write in hopes that someone would find the words and rescue me. I wanted to believe that if I could succeed, maybe love was possible. If I could read, then maybe I would appear to be from a normal family. I wanted to be seen. I dreamed of being someone else…..

This is just a small samply of what you will find in the book “Looking Through The Eyes Of An Unseen Child” The hope we would like bring to all the unseen children is that there is a reason to keep the faith for all who believe it.